Tag: dailyprompt
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Sweaters, Static, and Almost
The first thing Claire noticed about fall that year was the smell. Not just pumpkin spice drifting from café doors or apple cider simmering in crockpots at church gatherings but the sharper scent beneath it all. The scent of change. Crisp leaves cracking under boots. Cold air settling into the spaces between breaths. The kind…
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Dust, Dogs, and the Disappearing Man
The dream started with a plan. We were supposed to meet at a roadside market just outside a tiny country town, the kind where the gas station sells bait and the diner closes at two. The sky hung low and silver, heavy with the threat of rain, and the air smelled like wet dirt and…
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The Season That Stayed
By the time October reached Maine, the town had already decided to slow down. Leaves crowded the sidewalks like they were in on a secret burnt orange, soft gold, the kind of red that looked hand-painted. The harbor water reflected the trees so clearly it felt like the world had folded in half and decided…
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The meaning I carried…
My name is Ashley. For most of my life, I carried it without questioning where it came from or what it meant. It was simply mine spoken by family, written on papers, called across rooms. As I grew older, though, I began to wonder about the deeper story behind it. Names often hold quiet meanings,…
Quiet Harbor Writing 