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Written by guest author Stephen Bent This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Stephen Bent’s story is the last of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. The air outside was bright and…
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Written by guest author Stephen Bent This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Stephen Bent’s story is the last of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. It was not a stumble; I…
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Written by guest author Stephen Bent This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Stephen Bent’s story is the last of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. I was 11 in 1985. We…
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Let me get back to that burning bush- the one that’s way up in the mountain, after you’ve run away from your troubles. Somewhere you think you might be safe from having to confront what’s eating you. You find a burning bush when you have nowhere else to go, and when you have nothing better…
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Written by guest author Ted Wallenius This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Ted Wallenius’s story is the fifth of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. Everyone left the Corner Bar. Janey…
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Written by guest author Ted Wallenius This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Ted Wallenius’s story is the fifth of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. While she gathered her things together…
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Written by guest author Ted Wallenius This story is part of the project A Writer’s Shindig. Ted Wallenius’s story is the fifth of 6 short stories written for the project. You can read more about our collaboration and read all the stories posted thus far at A Writer’s Shindig. “I feel free,” Two-Cents thought. A…
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Somewhere, high up in the hills, there is a bush that burns but is never consumed. They say a man named Moses first encountered God there, but I think maybe Moses had always known who God was, he just didn’t know what to call God until he saw that bush. Of course, the bush I’m…
