365 April 8-14
written by: SAH
More stories from Twitter. The second half of a week is a bear. I run out of steam, and time. But hey, here they are.
39/365 (4/8): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Easter
Dorothy didn't know much about Jesus, but she knew who the Easter Bunny was. This year, her mom told her, the Easter Bunny had brought something special. It was hidden with the eggs. Dorothy ran outside, checking all of the usual hiding places until she saw it "hidden" near a bush: a new bicycle, pink with sparkles. This was going to be the best Easter ever.
40/365 (4/9): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Love
Resting in the shade after a long walk, Sally laid her head on Sam's chest. A warm summer breeze rustled the leaves. Sam ran his fingers through her brunette curls. "I think I love you," she said. His hand froze. The sound of the park drowned in his ringing ears. She looked up at him. "I love you too," he said, realizing for the first time how he felt.
41/365 (4/10): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Fire
Drake sat quietly and listened to the wind roll in waves across the dry grass. He strained to hear the sound of a distant car. Nothing. Just the wind. He fumble for his lighter. Someone will see the smoke and come for him. He lit a scrap of his shirt and tossed it into the grass. A little smoke, then the wind was replaced by violent crackling. He waited.
42/365 (4/11): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Meaning
What's the meaning of life?
You mock my pain.
Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
What do I do?
Nothing dear, you're not qualified.
43/365 (4/12): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - George
George yawned, stretched and wandered to the bathroom. He bathed. He was hungry, so he got the others up. The young one was always eager. The old man protested, sometimes violently. They ate quickly, in silence. The old man left. George slept. When the old man came home they ate again. George went for a run. They went to bed. Tomorrow they would do it again.
44/365 (4/13): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Luck
"Suck it, losers!" Bloom leaned forward and shoveled a mountain of chips into a bucket. He'd been in Vegas a day and was already up $43K. It was easy if you could count. He met a blonde in the bar, a showgirl she said. They had dinner, then went to his room. "I must be the luckiest guy in the world," he told her. The blonde left before dawn, luckier.
45/365 (4/14): #365Stories #StoriesIn365 - Knight
The knight sat under the tree, holding his side. He looked up. How like a warrior this tree. Old, scared from many storms, its branches broken, bark ripped clean. But it stood, enduring. Winter was coming, but the tree would draw new life from the earth in the spring. He closed his eyes, his blood seeping into the soil. Perhaps, in spring, he too would be reborn.
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