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The Secrets They Whisper

I catch the flinch in your eyes.Do you think I chose to live like this?I once owned a bed, a sofa, and a kitchen table.Hope sat beside me in the mornings, warm in the steam of my coffee.My hands held dreams.My hands cradled children.Then, the ground crumbled under me. If you see a woman huddled on the street, take another look.I see a survivor.A woman who raised herself from the wreckage—and walked.My scars tell stories of love lost and nights…

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August 9, 2025
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Uncharted

Lost in the woods. Tracked by danger. A choice she can't outrun.  When I’d started the hike, solitude had felt like a gift—space to breathe, to let the silence scour away the months of second-guessing and what-ifs. Time to decide what comes next. Now, as stingy sunlight bled away, unease pooled under my ribs, spreading with every breath.     Massive storm clouds, bellies swollen with rain, crouched over the mountains. The wind bared its teeth, snapping through my jacket. …

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July 7, 2025
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Truths That Might Crack Your Quiet

When you spotted me, your face slammed shut. Judgment flashed from your eyes—quick as breath, but I caught it. Then you sped up. Were you afraid I might reach for you? When you laid eyes on me, who did you see? A woman hunched against brick, wrapped in layers? Look again. I see a survivor. A woman who raised herself from wreckage and kept walking. My scars tell stories of nights survived, of battles fought with nothing but breath. Do…

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May 21, 2025
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Outwitting the Killer

He sat beside me during the interview, his fingers tightening on my shoulder each time I spoke, like reins jerking a horse’s head. When the detective’s gaze landed on him, his voice softened, his head turned reverent—holier than the collar he wore. The second she stepped out, his eyes found mine and held them hostage. I didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Just counted the seconds until I could breathe again. Now, only a handful of mourners lingered near the grave. Damp…

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April 19, 2025
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Build Your Writing Career and Platform with Snap, Dash and Flash

When I fell in love with flash fiction, seduced by the six-word story attributed to Hemingway: “For sale: baby, shoes, never worn,” I never dreamed flash would love me back. Here’s what makes flash FLASH Flashes deliver endings that twist or transform, leaving readers haunted by the story’s afterimages.  They’re short, forcing the writer to toss wasted words. Learning to write a complete story in one to two pages forces you to dive straight into the story and the action.…

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March 24, 2025
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Love Affair with the Sea

The wind whistles my name,“You’re late for our adventure.” It tugs at my hair, twisting dreams into the strands. The surf swallows my prints—No matter, my feet leave more, daring the sand to remember.  Each time the sea surges, teasing, whispering, calling out, “Again?” I dance, bare toes sinking, weaving salt-laced promises into the tide. Foam kisses my ankles, tugs, pleads—"Stay." Laughter rises in my chest, wild as the waves. "Always." (c) 2025 Lynne Curry Published as Dancing with the…

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March 12, 2025
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Paint the Silence

If Lonely calls, let the phone ring until it fades into silence. If Lonely taps your shoulder, brush it off. If Lonely slips you a note, fold it into an airplane and let the wind decide. If Lonely intercepts you as you’re walking,  wave toward the horizon. “I’m heading somewhere brighter.” If Lonely scoffs, explain, “I’m joining friends. Haven’t met them yet but will soon.” If Lonely follows you home to slip like a shadow under the door, tell Lonely,…

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March 10, 2025
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The Vow

My heart pounded like a jackhammer as I reached the school’s back door at five a.m. High above, a crescent moon hung askew, its weak light struggling through the clouds, powerless to pierce the inky dark. What excuse would save me if caught? I’d likely lose my teaching job. Except—I owed it to Matt to take the risk. The ten-year-old’s trust echoed in my mind, the pain he’d spilled into last week’s free-writing assignment anchoring me. When I had invited…

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March 5, 2025
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Valentine’s Day Roses Ran Away

The leftover roses murmured bloom to bloom, clutched their thorns, then flung themselves from flower shop windows. Their absence the next morning puzzled the florist He stared at the empty buckets, and shrugged, “Just as well.” He hated throwing day-late flowers in the trash. The runaway roses drank in the night sky, exulted in fresh air, rubbed blooms against dandelion fluff, and bared their spines to the wind. Tired petals loosened, sighed and fluttered to the ground. Free at last…

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February 13, 2025
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Flight to Courage

The plane bucked as turbulence hit, jolting me from my book. Outside the window, shadows swallowed the light. I hated these bush plane flights, but dad counted on my monthly visits. A deep, ragged cough broke through my earplugs. My attention snapped toward the pilot. Another cough wracked him, and he swayed. Panic clawed my gut. No co-pilot. Only the pilot and two other kids on this flight. The twin ten-year-old boys also from a split household, making their monthly…

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January 9, 2025