Susie Shircliff · Burrst

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Filmmaker by trade, writer by desire. I love a good story and sometimes they are just hiding under the simplest moment, waiting for you to catch them with your words.

I'm a fan of "shorter the better." A story packs a punch when you're not distracted by how much time it takes to get there.

Sitting at a light on Victory Blvd., my mind is a fuzzy mess. One part hangover, one part mid-twenties crisis. Both make me want to vomit. The noise from the radio comes out in jumbles and I have to twist the knob to get to some station that isn't harassing. The light blinks green, one car gets through. I settle on...

294 words by S Shircliff

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Published 6 years ago

After two Big Gulps, one Dew (for the caffeine) and one Sprite (to wash away the idea of a green stain), Kent had to go. He checked the gas pumps outside. It was 4:15am. The corner stop station was empty, just like the streets. He hopped out from behind the counter and passed the multicolored sugar aisle.

Zipping up...

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Published 6 years ago

The man didn’t flinch when the alarm bells whirled on the slot machine, alerting the empty high roller room that he had just won $15,000. He was startled when Cody-Ann clapped the back of his faded navy Dickies jacket and implored “Ain’t ya excited?”
He shrugged off her palm and dusted off his shoulder...

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Published 6 years ago

A demolition worker was given a job to report to Cathedral Forest. He arrived around dawn in his truck and carefully parked on the dirt so as to not disturb the natural settings.
The trees crowded around each other creating a sea of leaves and branches for birds and wildlife to swim in.
Through the trees a clearing...

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She’d walked down this block before. It was hers. She’d thrown up in that trashcan after too many Red Icee’s. Her friends had dared her to stick her head under the machine and just drink.
She’d hopped over that crack many times. The same crack her Mom told her not to step on or it would break her back. She had...

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“When you gonna give me grandbabies?” My mother’s voice rattles in my head each breath I take. Each lonely breath I’ve ever taken seems to be a repeated sigh at my mother’s insistence for her offspring to offspring. “The bible says a woman’s blessing is her womb. You gotta use it, it’s your only responsibility, and...

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