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My Great Grandfather’s body was found hours later in the bushes, his neck broken. Fury, lay dying beside him! #dancingelephantpress #DEP #writersaroundtheworld She stood there, always smiling at me in a scornful manner. But last night was different, resentment replaced her smile. She glared at me, her eyes glowing with…

Celebrating the funny, creative, beautiful, and straightforward, Yana Bostongirl, who isn’t afraid to show and tell what’s in her heart and soul. — Thanking Rui Alves: https://medium.com/the-engage/medium-tag-o-rama-every-writer-deserves-a-tag-614fc0027fcc

My mind kept scampering back to my recurring dreams of a small framed ebony-skinned woman with piercing dark brown eyes. — Helen grew up very structured and disciplined. She kept all of us inline and on track. We met in our second year at Cambridge University. I fell madly in love with her. She was average height, and very thin, as she was into ‘healthy living.” She had gorgeous, curly, full…

When humans don’t like that direction, they ignore their hearts and go where they want to, at a cost to themselves and humanity. — The vibration of her phone pulled Shirl’s attention away from her thoughts. Glancing at the number sent a sharp pain into her already sad heart. Ignoring her instincts, she answered, easing back as the voice screamed out, “They are going to put my only son to death because you refused…

Balance is vital to our health and ability to live a good life. It will find its way in and take control if humans don’t give them their say. — Cami was at the gym with her three friends, when her phone rang. Ignoring it, glancing at the time on the treadmill, she nods when it stops after the fifth ring. Minutes later Georgia, one of her best friend's phones rang. She ignored it too. This continued with Sofie and…

It was when I realized that these seasons were like moods. Each season invokes a different feeling or mood in me. 🐘🐘Dancing Elephants Press Spring Contest 2023 #dancingelephantpress #DEP Being born on a tropical island, every day is summer for us. We do have seasons, but it doesn’t stop anything…

Many of us weren’t born because of love and must restart hope and happiness daily. — Jessica slowed as she approached the yellow light. A young lady wearing black jeans and a red t-shirt, with a dark blue backpack hanging loosely behind her, stood at the light. She didn’t attempt to cross, even though the light was green for her. She stood staring ahead as if…