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Not everyone is who they appear to be…
Helen dropped to her knees and started pulling out Sophie’s clothes from the dresser drawers. Small shirts and pants. Tiny socks. Oshkosh labels and small patent leather shoes all went into the boxes. She sobbed as memories washed over her. She hugged a stuffed dog to her chest and rocked back and forth. It had been one of Sophie’s favorites. She inhaled the smell that barely lingered on it. She couldn’t do this. Funny how life could twist on you like an unfamiliar road until you weren’t sure which way you were headed anymore. She drew strength from the recesses of her soul and plowed forward. It took her just…
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Helen from Imposter
Helen Snow floated in the air silently outside. Helen stared, momentarily-zoned out in the decent of the flakes. Big fluffy flakes that barely weighed anything. Sophie used to love playing in the snow, she thought, but long gone were the days of bundling Sophie in snow pants, boots, a hat and mittens. Gone was the moment of zipping up her coat all the way to her chin and patting her on the butt as she clumsily made her way out the front door. Helen clung tightly to the memories she had of her daughter. Even ten years later, she held out secret hope that her daughter was still…
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Imposter- Thriller
AVA July 11, 2016 “I was never really loved. I guess that’s where it began. My mother wasn’t a mother, more like someone who just used me when it was convenient for her. I wasn’t wanted so what did it matter?” Ava thought about how her mother used to leave her at the Hannaford when she was little. She’d just walk in, take Ava to the bakery section for a free cookie then leave. The lady at the bakery never called the police on her mother. Or anyone else. And after a while, she took Ava in-kinda-sorta. Ava would go behind the counter, have all the free cookies she wanted…
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Imposter – yes- again
AVA July 11, 2016 “Just one more God-damned thing that didn’t go right,” her mom said . She frowned and fidgeted with the hem of her dime-store dress. Ava’s uncle went to his truck and changed from khakis into sweat pants. Her aunt ducked behind the hearse to light a cigarette in the wind. Her mom climbed into her beat up car, put on the flashers and motioned for everyone to follow behind. They formed a makeshift processional of dented trucks and loud mufflers, driving out of the small town, onto dirt roads and up to a cemetery bordered by thick woods. What killed her father was drinking.…
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Imposter
So here’s the thing. I write. I don’t always know where it’s going but I do it anyway. I’m going to start posting once a week here on the site something I’ve written…whether it will be published or is just scribbled ideas here and there…who knows. I’d love to hear what you think so please post comments below! AVA July 11, 2016 Ava took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste. “Let’s continue where we left off.” He looked down, consulted his note pad. “You gave in to Fat Mike,” Dr. White said. “You want details?” Ava asked, brows drawn together. She…
