Author: Lynnea Mileusnich
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Flowers on the Vine
If I could describe our childhood,I’d say it beamed bright pumpkin orangeWith the soft smell of Ma’s homecooked pie.I can’t help but smile when I think ofThe way you bloomed in the light of spring. If I could describe your suffering,I’d call you a vibrant pumpkin rindWhose insides rot deep…
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Flowers in the Cracks
I never meant to be your burden,Filling my childish mind with dreamsOf play, picnics, and precious moments.Why did I believe my dreams, my hopes,Superseded the good life you built? Too late I know I am your burden,After years of decomposing hopesAnd wishes of what family could be.Why did I think…
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Devil’s Child
Through the crack in the door I watch the silhouettes of the village kids kicking balls in the dry dirt. I could be with them if not for my sin. Father tells me I must not approach the children lest I taint, or otherwise curse, them. I glimpse pieces of…
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Faithful Friends (Clean Fiction Magazine Fall 2024 Winner)
Through the window, Ray saw a dead world. The month-long drought had decimated the land, drying the dirt so completely that each time he searched the ground for fallen acorns, the dirt crumbled under his paws like a forgotten cookie. The leaves had all begun to rot on the ground,…
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Ashen Tulip (Clean Fiction Contest Winner)
Through the window, I saw the future. Dreams are always strange, but this . . . I actually felt like I was in the dream. The hairs on my arms rose from the chill behind the window. Definitely weird. Without deciding whether I should be curious or worried that I…
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Cherishing the Gifts
The more I explore the writing, marketing, and publishing businesses, the more I see God’s hand. When I first started out on my journey, all I knew was that God wanted me to become an author and to write Wings of a Hero. So, I stepped into the chaotic arena.…