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Symphonies

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Inspired by a summer evening. 
Shh! Listen to the music Directed by the crickets.  They're singing symphonies  In the evening light, If you care to listen.   By Evelyn Creon

Temptation

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Image flashed fore me, I closed my eyes tight.  Darkness settled in With it brought, inept sin. 
I cried, "Not again,"  My eyes began to burn  From a fire within,  "I can't look again." 
 I opened my eyes, The image it was gone, Far from my eye sight.  I could breath once again. 
In that dark evil place, The sun began to show 'baft a mountain peek It did begin to grow. 
Tears filled my eyes  Once again I denied  Undeniable sin  That tried to rule my life.
By Evelyn Creon 

Allergies

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Allergies, allergies go away, I don't like you today. You cause sore throats,  Runny noses, Red eyes,  And sneezes galore.  Allergies, allergies go away, Come again another day.  By Evelyn Creon 

Late

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We all have had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong, whether it's because you're late to work or something else. This short prompt was inspired by one of those types a days. 
"Oh snap!" I bolted straight up. My restful slumber was disturbed by the sunlight floating around me. I looked at my clock, it was six am. "Drats!" I said outloud. I was supposed to be at work a hour in a half ago. I leaped from my bed. Quickly rummaging  through my dresser drawers trying my to find an outfit. Running down the stairs I grabbed a piece of fruit, my purses, and left my glasses sitting on the table. I ran to the car, started it, and was about to drive away when I realized I didn't have my glasses. This was not how I wanted to start my day. I jumped out of the car, and  ran as fast as I could into the house, grabbed my glasses and was back in the car in the nick of time. I sped down the driveway and arrived at work two hours late. Amidst my  rush I had…

Whiskey drinker

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 I 'm so excited for this short story. I've been wanting to share it with all of you for the past two weeks, but it wasn't ready two weeks ago.  

It was inspired by all the familys that deal with alcohol addiction in their homes. 


Whiskey Drinker   a short story by Evelyn Creon Like a ship sinking into a stormy sea, an empty bottle fell from his hands hitting the concrete floor with a crash, and shattering into a thousand pieces. He sat there half lying, half sitting in is chair. The chair was using all its strength trying not to buckle beneath my father's weight. He was drunk. The smell of whiskey was strong on his breath. I sighed, a deep long one, trying to hold back tears of aching pain that filled me at the sight of him. Again I had found him lost in drowning everything with a drink. Guilt filled me. I felt like I should have used softer words when I scolded him like a child. It was in times like those, when my father was drunk that my mother's words would repeat o…

Bald eagle

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Our country's bird, A beauty it be; It stands for The stars and stripes, Of liberty.  By Evelyn Creon