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inner peace, journal, peace, salt water, short story, writing -

The pain was deep, so deep that it felt as if my heart were being crushed beneath an immeasurable weight. It wasn't a physical pain, but an emotional agony that tore through the very essence of my being. It was a pain that went beyond the boundaries of a cardiac arrest, transcending the realm of physical sensations. As I stood there, my hands trembling and my breath shallow, I could feel the weight of my emotions bearing down on me, threatening to engulf me entirely. My head spun, the room swirling around me, as if I were trapped in a...

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beach, portal, short story, time traveller -

This is part two of a short story I'm working on (in progress). Feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism.   “It’s something to do with the house or the Internet provider. Maybe we’re on some super high speed connection, quantum fiber optic. I don’t know what I’m saying. None of this makes sense,” Thom blurted out. Lisa didn’t say a word, which was unusual for her. “Let’s go inside. I have an idea.” They sat in the living room floor. “Type in Lisa Ross.” They looked at each other when the results came up. ‘The first black female commercial...

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beach, portal, rehab, short story, vacation -

This is part one of a short story I'm working on (in progress). Feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. ‘your peace is in the now’ He was rich, I mean dumb rich. His startup had come the closest to time travel.  'Cross The Double Beams' was his company slogan. Michael was the epitome of money can't buy happiness.  His cool cars and fancy suits couldn't satisfy his need for love.  Don't get it twisted, he had his stable of thoroughbreds ready to please him at his call.  But it didn't fill that deep hole in his heart left from the cancer that destructed his...

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beach, diamond, sandy, short story, time traveller -

‘live your best life, every time’   What do we have here?”  Rashon ruffled his hair as if he was a little kid. “What are you like, 19? You remind me of Frodo, you know, from Lord of the Rings.  I love that movie.”  Leo slapped his hand away and walked towards the house.  He adjusted his freshly cut hair. “Nice to meet you too,” he said with sarcasm. “What’s going on, I got this invitation for a life altering reunion. So I’m here.” “Yes, of course you’re here, where else would you be.” “I’m going to ignore whatever you’re...

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