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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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Metal ripped to shreds. Glass shattering. Smells of hydraulic fluid and fuel. And heat, like from a fire. These are not the sounds and sensations you want to experience at the start of your day. I felt hot, like sunburned hot. I blinked a few times, unsure where I was or what happened. Someone,
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“Doc! Wake up.” Blinking a few times, he tried to focus on his surroundings. Frequent travel meant hotel rooms, room service, and valets at your disposal. But when you’re at home? It’s not the same unless you have a spouse or significant other taking exemplary care of you. Terrence was getting used to the
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“I have to tell you something.” The excitement in his voice told me I needed to pay attention to what he was about to say. “My son, who’s seven years old, watched Star Wars for the first time this past weekend!” I smiled. He continued his story, “I remember seeing it for the first time.
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We don’t stop and think a lot about what happened to us as kids. Well, most people don’t. Then there are those of us, like me, that do. My thoughts turn to those events pivotal in my childhood, particularly when those moments are connected to blockbuster movies. Growing up in San Ramon, California, I
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To all of you following and reading Stories, Antecdotes, and Real Life, thank you for your continued support, Keep reading. I’ll keep writing! One thing I would ask of you. Being on this side of the screen, I don’t have much real-time interaction with my audience – BUT I’D LOVE TO! Let me know if
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Hanging off his left shoulder, his backpack looked heavier than it should be. Most of his life was tucked into the various pockets, including a cell phone and three rechargeable batteries. He was not used to being around people, having lived in the shadows and hillsides of civilized society. Talking was brutal, especially after not
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Jonathan’s meeting ran a little longer than usual, which was expected. He did his best to keep himself from glancing periodically at his watch, but he knew that his next appointment would be more lucrative than this one. Budget meetings bored him. Not because the information wasn’t pertinent to his role but because the numbers
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Cold. That’s what Grant woke up to, his head aching due to the lack of water and his daily caffeine regimen. The concrete was solid and cold. Not to mention that his back was aching from laying on it all night. The holding cell wasn’t supposed to be accommodating. At least that’s what his
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As the bank’s leader, Jonathan, like it or not, oversaw human resources because he was an excellent judge of character. Not that Emily agreed. Most of the time, Jon tended to jump to conclusions instead of asking questions. But over several years, with coaching and guidance from Emily, he was so much better at it
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Jonathan stared out the window of his office on the third floor of the Truman building. It was the highest floor of the odd-shaped structure, which was saying something for Danville. The shape was odd because it didn’t exactly fit the design standards of buildings. It wasn’t rectangular or square-shaped. Even a circle would’ve been
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