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Julie

Changes, Part 5 Today is my birthday. I find it fitting to feature a character I created on my birthday many years ago when I was a teenager. Julianna “Julie” Michelle Douglas, 13 In the beginning, I named her Lucinda after an older sister I almost had. She was big sister to Kenny (named Lenny

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Vree

Changes, Part 4 Verawenda “Vree” Renee Erickson, 13 Upon her creation in the 1970s, Verawenda Erickson was the same age as my other teen characters. She was an only child, nicknamed Vree, and lived with her parents down the road from Dave and Amy. Years later, when I decided to write about Vree again, I

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Amy

Changes, Part 3 Another change (and more to come) to strengthen my characters. Amy Elizabeth Conrad, 15 As a teenage male in the 1970s, the hardest part of writing was understanding my female characters. I had plenty of girl cousins to study, but I grew up in a household of six males and one female,

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Into the New

Changes, Part 1 January has been a month of stepping back and observing the past, seeing what I can take with me into the new year and what to leave behind. As an artist and writer, it is also a time when I look at the parts of my art and writing I can change

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Another Free Short Story

Here is a short story I discovered on an old floppy disk dating back to 1990. A Buzzing of the Bees © 1990 by Steven L Campbell (Approximately 1,220 words) Some women have voices like angels. And Angela was the perfect name for the angel following him. Brian listened to the gentle cadence of her

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Nightmare 2

I knew the way back to Clearview. I also knew the many miles that lay ahead of me. When I reached the highway, I didn’t slow down. I popped up a thumb and prayed for someone to pick me up. No one stopped. After walking for nearly three hours my stomach complained of being hungry.

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Nightmare 1

The rush of icy air filled my lungs and brought my senses back. I was in my bed, but the dark creature from the tree had followed. It hovered above me, levitating by the magic it used to lure me to its lair. My scream burst from my mouth. I thrashed and kicked at my

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