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⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you’ll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.
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A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.
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Grant’s thoughts about purchasing the Toyota snapped away when the officer softly tapped the driver’s side window. “Hello? Can you roll down the window for me, sir?” Grant didn’t realize the young officer was standing next to his door. The lights were blinding and hypnotizing all at the same time. “Yes, sir. Absolutely.” He quickly
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Before I was old enough to read, I told stories. Imagination incubated, spit out into the world through my limited toddler vocabulary. After being taught how to read and write, the magic turned from oral stories to written stories. Now I was writing my own material, reading everything I could to get ideas, even the
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Staring right at me, I thought she would start screaming, yelling at the top of her lungs. Before you start in on me, I just want to set the record straight – I didn’t start this argument. No. Really. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault. But then again, the guilty always have a way of
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Standing up too fast, the girl reached for the wall, bracing herself. Stars filled her vision, but she didn’t pass out. Staring in front of her, she blinked a few times. Sweat quickly beaded across her forehead. “Are you okay, sweetie,” an elderly lady asked, touching her right arm. Thick glasses dangled from the
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Bill stopped just short of the stairs leading up to Scott’s office. Scott was a decent enough boss, understanding all too well the intricacies of trucking, especially from the driver’s perspective, having driven over a million miles in his driving career. He’d seen everything from the worst pileup in Wisconsin during mid-February, halting him from
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“Yo, Billy!” Bill let a lot slide right off his back. He would tolerate people doctoring their coffee with cream and tons of sugar. The latte and cappuccino drinkers could get away with drinking something that resembled coffee. Bill even allowed certain people to refer to him as William or Will. Then there was
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“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Will asked Josh as they lay in the freshly cut grass of the school’s soccer field. Clouds hung in the azure blue sky, a telltale sign of Danville. Josh picked up a rock and hucked it at Will. “Seriously, dude? You sound like Ms. Cantrell.
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“Emily, I’m not sure that’s the best . . .” Emily didn’t let the older woman finish her sentence. “I’m sorry? Did I ask you for an opinion? Much less the wrong one?!” “Well, I just thought that . . .” “That I was incorrect in my thinking? Is that what you thought? You think
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43. That’s the approximate number of muscles in our face. Using these 43 muscles can make a person’s day. Smile. Wait and see if the person you smile at doesn’t feel good, reciprocating with their own smile. It’s a simple gesture. Using these muscles indicates our happiness and contentment, helps us to appear more attractive,
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The guard escorted Jonathan to the fourth-floor conference room. Behind them, the reality star continued to whine about not having her equipment, about having to write everything down by hand. “Do you see these nails?” she griped to the guard. “I cannot be expected to write everything down and maintain my manicure. Can’t you possibly
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Walking up to the X-ray machines, Jonathan checked his pockets for anything that may set off the high-tech equipment. Inside his suit coat, he searched for his cell phone. A guard approached him before he could put anything in the gray tote. “Mr. Von Otto.” He motioned to him. “Sir. Please follow me.” Jonathan nodded,
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Her excitement bubbled up deep inside her. It was the same as her first kiss, that excitement buzzing in the pit of her stomach, making her shiver all over. She double and triple-checked the math, reviewing each variable of the equation. No. She didn’t make a mistake. Nothing was out of place. The positive integers
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Jonathan’s meeting ran longer than usual, which was expected. He did his best to keep from glancing every few seconds at his watch, but he knew his next appointment would be more lucrative. Budget meetings bored him. Not because the information wasn’t pertinent to his role. Numbers weren’t exciting. Jonathan loved excitement and adventure. Being
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