Short Stories
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The Prediction
Amanda Chancey drummed her fingers on the black tablecloth. She sat across from the fortune-teller again, hopeful a new love relationship was on the horizon. Unfortunately, she had a habit of only hearing what she wanted to hear, grasping onto the wrong nuggets and taking off with them, only to return to the psychic looking…
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I’m April, I’m Four
I’m April and I’m four. I like it out here on the porch in the sun. There’s birds and plants and trees and squirrels on my daddy’s farm. I just sit here and smell the air and watch. I like it outside better than inside. So do my sisters, Maggie and Daisy. We share a…
