When Dawn Breaks

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The headlights glared through the rain. The trucker blasted his horn. Carter tried to swerve back into the right lane, but the bike laid down and slid across the wet, cliff-side road. The truck roared past him. The bike plummeted off the ledge and Carter followed it. Helpless to stop his descent, he plunged into the darkness of the canyon below. It was four hundred feet to the bottom. He knew he’d be dead on impact. His arms flailed, vainly trying to grab hold of something—anything. Continue reading “When Dawn Breaks”

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Made New

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

Photo Credit, David Niblack, Imagebase.net

The photographs scattered like blackbirds frightened from their forest coverture by a hunter’s gun. The flames reached up their greedy hands and clutched at the images, drawing them down into the fire where they curled and charred around the edges, turning black, catching fire and dying upon the blazing logs. Nina watched them burn until there was nothing left except for ashes. She glanced up at the night sky, watched gray clouds pass over the moon, inhaled a deep breath of the cool night air tinged with smoke. The smoke of her past. If only the memories could burn up and die as easily as the photographs. Continue reading “Made New”

Lift Up Your Face

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Mason sighed. “Come on, Noah, it’s time for you to quit hiding behind that notebook.”

Noah glanced up from where he sat against the wall, scribbling in one of the pages. “I’m not hiding.”

“Yeah…you are.”

“Look, maybe I just don’t want to do it.”

Mason shook his head and stared long and hard at his friend.

“You’re a coward,” he said finally and turned to leave. Continue reading “Lift Up Your Face”

Fount of Every Blessing

lightstock_170293_medium_peripheral_images“I never really knew what rock bottom felt like before…but now I do.”

“That bad?”

Michaela shook her head. “You have no idea.”

“Well, tell me about it, honey.”

Michaela looked up at the red-haired waitress.

The name tag on the pink apron said Eileen and the pot of coffee in her hand sent up hazy tendrils.

Michaela forced a smile of thanks. “You wouldn’t want to hear it.”

“Sure, I would.” Eileen sat down in the booth across the table, Continue reading “Fount of Every Blessing”