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Boy Behind The Locked Door-Chapter 2 short story - Kellie Hastings
Locked Room “I’m Joanne and starting the eighth grade, and you are?” “Louis Armstrong, seventh grade. It’s nice to meet you.” She walked up to him and whispered in his ear. Her friends backed away with inquisitive stares while Louis listened with... Submitted 261 days 15 hours ago.

Boy Behind The Locked Door-Chapter 1 short story - Kellie Hastings
Dorchester England 1933 Intrigued by its enormous size Louis stood there solemn while his young eyes gazed upon the elaborate mansion, while his mind filtered through the thick brown stone. Dating back to the year 1850, this was the oldest and the largest of the three that stood before him. And... Submitted 261 days 15 hours ago.

Light Interruptions - Sandra Renee Hicks
Greetings - This is fiction but it could be true. LIGHT INTERRUPTIONS: Mary awoke and readied herself to go to purchase CHRISTmas lights for the large tree that sat in the living room of her home on Chief Street. The tree had been decorated except for the lights. This year, Mary... Submitted 1 year 174 days ago.

Today, I Risked My Life To Save 800 People's Lives, Like A Hero - - Hilda Cang
I beg your pardon ? It didn't always happen this way but she did it anyway ! A top model was going on a round-the-world cruise and she had a habit of keeping a diary with her wherever she went so that she could jolt down some important happenings of her experience. This time, she too, brought her... Submitted 1 year 201 days ago.

An R&R to Japan - - David Tanguay
I was in Vietnam from 1967 thru1969 serving in the Marine Corps. During our tour of duty what we all look forward to while we are putting up with all the hardships we infantry troops had to endure was our R & R (rest and recuperation) to a foreign "and civilized" country. I spent two tours in... Submitted 1 year 235 days ago.

I Would Rather Seal My Mouth Than Be a Big Mouth - - Hilda Cang
Many a time, people cannot differentiate the actual meaning or purpose of another's words or ideas, thus ending up either in a disastrous consequence or a worse misunderstanding in relationship or friendship. The problem with most listeners is that they like to analyse what they hear the minute... Submitted 1 year 241 days ago.

A Small Slice Of Life - Richard Radtke
The old man sat on the porch watching nothing in particular, but watching non the less. As he watched memories played through his head in a random order, although perhaps they played as they did due to the things he absentmindedly watched around him. The things that he took little note of, but no... Submitted 1 year 256 days ago.

Grandpa's Stories - Richard Radtke
Seth slowly sat down and leaned his cane carefully beside the chair. Without a glance, he pulled a magazine from the pile on the table and started to read. He put the magazine down after a few minutes, he couldn't focus on its written words. Letting it fall into his lap he leaned back in his... Submitted 1 year 257 days ago.

Reflections Of The Land - Part Seven - Richard Radtke
There are times that change in inevitable, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. There are some that do not like change, that think it is something to be feared. Others welcome it, they know that it is something you cannot hold back no matter hold had you try. The land is like that... Submitted 1 year 257 days ago.

When The Rain Falls... - Richard Radtke
Be still sad heart and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining, Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life a little rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The rain is falling now, although the day started with a bright and... Submitted 1 year 264 days ago.

The Cicadas Song - Part Six - Richard Radtke
"The land has many faces, spring, summer, fall and winter. Each one is different; each one brings its own beauty, and its own problems. With spring the first blooms open, and the storms never seem to stop. Summer brings with it long, lazy days, and the heat that hangs in the air. With the coming... Submitted 1 year 271 days ago.

Silence on the Land - Part Five - Richard Radtke
"Suddenly what had been a desolate snow covered place was transformed to a place filled with life, with colors. Where yesterday a tree had stood with skeletal limbs today its limbs were bursting with leaves opening in the warming sun. Green grass filled the land, and flowers burst forth, their... Submitted 1 year 281 days ago.

A Price To Pay - Part Three - Richard Radtke
"The land is a wonderful thing, it has a beauty that is all its own no matter where you are. To one man it may look like a desert, devoid of life, while to another that same place may seem abundant. It is just in how you look at it. Usually if you look deep enough and work hard enough, you will... Submitted 1 year 303 days ago.

Growth on the Land - Part Two - Richard Radtke
"The wind blows because it is the wind. It moves across the land, sometimes as a gentle breeze, sometimes as a howling beast, It can, given time, move a high mountain, cut it down into a plain. Like a child at play it rearranges it, moves it from here to there. But in the end when it tires of its... Submitted 1 year 306 days ago.

The Homestead - Part One - Richard Radtke
The wagon creaked along the ground slowly, the bed swaying a bit above the axles as it moved slowly over the bumpy ground. He and she sat in the high seat at the front. The canvas top was spotted with the dirt of the many miles it had traveled in the last few months. But the oxen that pulled it... Submitted 1 year 314 days ago.

Waiting - Richard Radtke
I came across it the other day, although perhaps that is the wrong way to describe it. I did not really come across it, for that denotes it was hidden away, forgotten It was not It sits in the guest room of our large house, the room rarely visited, except to be dusted and the linens changed. The... Submitted 1 year 342 days ago.

My Father - Richard Radtke
My Father was a large man, at least as I remember him, he has been gone now for over nine years. His arms it seemed were strong enough to lift almost anything, of course I suppose through the eyes of a ten year old everyone seemed large, but my father was bigger than life. I can still see him out... Submitted 1 year 356 days ago.

Come back...Come back and Play - - Richard Radtke
The sun shined orange in the evening sky, below it the Old Man was walking down a forgotten country road. The old man paused. He pulled from the hip pocket of his worn coveralls an old soiled handkerchief. With it he wiped away the sweat that beaded his brow, and trickled down the furrows of his... Submitted 2 years 10 days ago.

And the Bugle Called... - Richard Radtke
Today, the heroes arrive home. The war is finally finished. The battles have all been fought. The soldiers return from the fields of honor. The town is clean and polished with flags hanging from every street lamp snapping in the wind as we await the return of our heroes. At the train station the... Submitted 2 years 11 days ago.

Chocolate… Friend or Foe? - - Kim Condemarin
I don't know about you, but whenever I think about eating chocolate, which I have to admit is all too often, my mouth waters in anticipation. There is just something about popping that piece of chocolate (dark chocolate for me) in my mouth that just makes me happy! My husband and I are in the... Submitted 2 years 42 days ago.

Where IS he? An Angelic View of a Baby's Birth - - Marijo Phelps
Where IS he? I can't find him anywhere. He wasn't there during worship time this morning and he is not sitting beside his father. "Gabriel, Gabriel, where is he? What has happened to him?" I asked with impatience. And Gabriel reminded me of when he was sent to earth to bring a great revelation to... Submitted 2 years 260 days ago.

Ten (Preference) Point Wife (Tribute to the Hunting Guide from the Huntress) - - Marijo Phelps
Around our house, autumn is not spelled "f a l l," but "h u n t I n g." My husband hunts with a bow and arrow in September. My hunt for elk comes a bit later, during the rifle hunting time. I am pushing 60, and have been saving "preference points" for 10 years, waiting for that really BIG hunt!... Submitted 2 years 267 days ago.

Going Home - Christmas Break - - Marijo Phelps
"All right, listen up. Right after Christmas break we are going to be studying how to give an injection. Read chapters 13-16 and be ready when you get back. See you at 7:30 AM on 2nd floor at County tomorrow," barked Miss Randall. Why did the 2nd year students like her so much. That little red... Submitted 2 years 271 days ago.

Jesus is a Faithful, Gentle Teacher - - Marijo Phelps
For the three and a half years since I'd been saved I had been against speaking in tongues. If anyone even mentioned the subject, my toenails would curl, my claws would come out and the least I would do was abruptly change the subject. Then the Lord took me by the arm on a trip through... Submitted 2 years 272 days ago.

Meeting Jesus "Face to Face" - - Marijo Phelps
I had been a professing atheist for 9 years. Although we had been raised in the Methodist church no one ever spoke about a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. So, even in conservative Iowa State it was easy to be challenged and decide God didn't exist. I knew in my heart of hearts... Submitted 2 years 273 days ago.