From the Archives: The Souls in Their Eyes

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I was looking through some old files this week, and came across one of the short stories I’m actually proud of.  I struggle with short stories, because I always want to tell more and make the story bigger and longer, which is why I predominantly write novels.  There are a few short pieces I’m proud of, and this is one of them.  I originally wrote this for a fiction course in college.  I also did a bit of work on it in 2007 and actually sent it out to a few magazines in an attempt to get it published as part of a course I was taking in graduate school.  I haven’t worked on it since, but I thought I would share it with you here since I’m still rather fond of the story.

The Souls in Their Eyes

By Heather C. Wright

Dawn comes in a fiery blaze of red.  Rhoash sits on the bed looking out the window to her left.  She hasn’t slept at all.  She can’t remember ever sleeping the night before her birthing day celebration.  Each birthing day brought more responsibilities with it but this one is different.  Almost a year ago her body began to follow the cycles of the moon, meaning that this year she celebrates her entrance into womanhood.  No more wearing my brothers’ outgrown shirts and breeches.  The sun rises above the buildings in the distance, momentarily blinding her, Rhoash closes her eyes. Continue reading

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