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authors have come together to produce one awesome book to celebrate women!
HerStory: Fiction Honoring Women’s History Month is a collection of flash fiction and short stories from today’s top authors featuring female characters that exemplify strength of mind, body, and character. Some of these tales are based on real people while others are purely fictional. However, all are standing up for themselves and what they believe in.
Grab yourself a glass of wine or favorite hot beverage and get comfortable as you read about the lives of women who will light the fire in your soul.
This anthology features stories by Alexandra Chauran, Angelique Mroczka, Dahlia DeWinters, Danielle Villano, Dianne Hartsock, Dorothy L. Abrams, Gina Tonnis, Mary Terrani, Jodie Baptie, Justine Dee, Laura DeLuca, Lisa A. Adams, Lisa Cerezo, Lisa J. Yarde, Lori Beth Johnson, Lorraine Nelson, Marie Antonia Parsons, Megan D. Martin, Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, Mirella Patzer, Morgan Summerfield, Becca Diane, Lacey Wolfe, Sarah Cass, Shelli Rosewarne, Tara Chevrestt, and Toni Rakestraw.
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Z’irah
By Alexandra Chauran
Before her parents’ capture, every new day was a
chance to travel close to her beloved family, camp by beautiful streams, make
new friends, and explore exotic new locations.In her family of origin, Z’irah
had danced an eastern dance wildly every night. Her bare feet would beat a
cloud from the dust on the ground and the firelight would be a strobe on her
hair, her golden-olive skin, and her flashing white teeth. The dances she was
taught were said to come from faraway lands, where her people performed in
temples before powerful gods. Movements had been passed down through
generations of women dancing together, sharing their secrets and friendship.
Her body would writhe sinuously in the light and rock hauntingly in the
shadows. When drums were present, they would play until dawn. When they didn’t
have drums, they would beat sticks together, playing rhythms that would seem
alien to the westerners.
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Adella
By Morgan Summerfield
A week later, Bliss was born.” Adella patted the arm
of the child in her lap. “Doctors told me she would likely be retarded, given
my ge and the complications over the nine months associated with my
clumsiness.” Sarcastically, Adella spewed, “After all, one must be very
uncoordinated to fall down the stairs so many times.”
“How could people not see what was going on?”
“People don’t want to see. They don’t want to believe
that a neighbor, a friend, or a fellow worker is capable of such things.”
“I don’t understand how a man can do that and not
feel badly. Did he ever feel badly … apologize … show remorse?” Anger caused
Tom to grip the steering wheel tighter and he forced himself to loosen his
grip, for fear of alarming the woman.
“No. I tried everything I knew to make him love me.
But, I eventually realized that change was in his hands, not mine.”
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A Pit Story
By Shelli Rosewarne
Lord, it looks dark. She
peered into the gaping hole in the earth. As though he read her thoughts, one
of the men stepped forward and gently flicked on the light on top of her
helmet. She smiled a little sheepishly at him and muttered her thanks. The
small bulb gave a pale watery glow, only seeming to deepen the shadows. You
volunteered for this. No backing out now. She shook herself and stepped
into the blackness.
It was like stepping into another world. The darkness was so thick she could barely see a few steps in front of her. The lights from their helmets and the lantern one of the men carried reflected off the gray walls. As they moved away from the entrance, the passages became narrower, the roof lower. Maud could almost feel the dirt and stone pressing in on her. The light of the day didn’t penetrate here and she could feel the cold and damp seeping through the heavy overalls. She tried to take deep breaths, but that just seemed to fill her lungs with dust.
It was like stepping into another world. The darkness was so thick she could barely see a few steps in front of her. The lights from their helmets and the lantern one of the men carried reflected off the gray walls. As they moved away from the entrance, the passages became narrower, the roof lower. Maud could almost feel the dirt and stone pressing in on her. The light of the day didn’t penetrate here and she could feel the cold and damp seeping through the heavy overalls. She tried to take deep breaths, but that just seemed to fill her lungs with dust.
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