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Stories by Michael Smith

Snow blanketed the ground. The trees, frozen in the cold, clacked like old bones in the frigid wind. In the distance, I heard the howl of my hound as...
I write inspirational stories, but sometimes I don’t. This is an old one. I rewrote it today. Many can relate to this one … it’s...
I remember many beautiful things about Christmas, but like most people, there are memories associated with Christmas I wish I could forget. They are...
On Christmas Eve, I gave Ginny an envelope. It has become a tradition for me to list twelve things and hide them around the house for her to find....
He was a black beauty, rolling and playing with his sister in the office where my wife Ginny worked. Her coworker, Jake, got them from a friend. The...
Ginny and I drove to the storage shed. I smiled the whole way. We were going to get our Christmas tree and decorations. For the first time in two...
They sat in a booth in the local Cracker Barrel restaurant. She stared at her handsome husband. Heavier than the days of his youth, a little less...
I replied to an email from a reader. “Hi, Debra …” She returned my email, “Hi Mike! Common error, but my name is Dedra, not...
“Hey, Mike!” They called from the car. “We’re going to town for pizza. Want to come?” I wasn’t sure if I...
My three-year-old granddaughter Elizabeth pushed the button on the Tinkerbelle music box. The music started to play. “Poppa-Mike! Watch my...
A steady wind blew across the field, spun the little patch of hair I have left on the top of my head, and pushed at the kite I held in my hand. It...
I opened my email at work and saw a rare mail from a former co-worker and friend from eastern Canada. Don Moase is one of those friends who emails...
Before we moved into our new home, we were told there was no sprinkler system for the yards. This area of Idaho is desert. Without irrigation, the...
Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by. A robin flew into the tree in the yard. It had a twig its mouth....
I wrote this for my wife’s fiftieth birthday. Please take time to go to the link at the end to see the video. She sat at the table, sipped a...

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