Boom! Crash! Sitting bolt upright, Salina damned the noise!! Awakening her from the best sleep in days. Shit! Move!…her mind screamed! Legs shaking, voice frozen, her thoughts reeling! Think…quit freaking out…then she heard distinct creaking from the stairs. Salina pulled covers over her head, nothing except to wait for the killer! Mee~ow! Image Credit:...
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This my submission for the Extreme Writing Now Group,  Memoir Writing,  prompt of … When I commented on Rachel’s memoir submission, , I said I thought I was eight when that particular incident occurred. I was wrong. The memory of my first real fear has come wafting back through the filter of the dirty...
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I was on my way to pick up my oldest daughter that night.  About 10 days earlier, her car had been stolen from a parking lot.  The police had called and said the car had been found and we could pick it up at the Impound Lot that evening. I was to meet her...
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If you have ever traveled from El Paso, Texas to Dallas, Texas on the interstate you have passed the location of this story. A seemingly unmemorable stretch of road with nothing but scrub brush, rolling hills, and rocky sand. But, one night that stretch of road burned an imprint on memory that I will...
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