Tag: 100
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October 01, 2008 02:20 AM EDT --
The cold wind bit at him.
John closed the cab door still thinking about the meeting. The boss said, "Sorry John. You know how it is." Shook his hand, ushered him out. . . . more
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October 01, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
The phone rang as soon as he got out the cab. He wanted to leave it there, but knew the cabbie would notice.
"Sir, your phone?"
"No, not mine. Must be somebody else's." . . . more
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October 01, 2008 01:16 PM EDT --
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He reached for his phone in the back of the cab, and caught sight of his reflection. Not a bus-driver after all; he'd been a business-man, black coat, wide . . . more
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October 02, 2008 02:15 PM EDT --
He waited by the door of the taxi as she gathered up her teddy bear.
“Come now,” he coaxed her.
Athena slid across the seat, clutching the bear. She stood obediently by . . . more
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September 30, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
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October 02, 2008 04:33 AM EDT --
Welcome 100 word stories members and anyone else who finds this story.
"Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural . . . more
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September 23, 2008 08:18 PM EDT --
Hard to breathe. Two hundred pounds of him on one hundred pounds of me.
Sweat runs from his upper lip and falls on mine as waves of nausea roll over me.
Can't move my . . . more
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March 17, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
While the rest of her office sank their teeth into buttered croissants, Esme painted her nails. As noon hour loomed and workers wrapped up projects, heading for lunch, Esme chatted . . . more
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May 21, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
The following is my submission for 100 word stories, week 15, themed "One whole year".
Major Limbaugh screamed, shaking as the echo faded through the unsympathetic . . . more
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May 17, 2008 09:45 AM EDT --
"What have you accomplished this year? " The interviewer asked with eyebrows raised.
My mind attempted to formulate the perfect answer, but all I could think of was the four . . . more
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September 09, 2008 11:08 PM EDT --
(The theme for this week's 100 Word Stories is “New Beginning”.)
I watched her, my young daughter, as she cried herself to sleep. My own tears had mixed with hers, as I tried . . . more
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October 01, 2008 01:10 PM EDT --
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She was his angel when memory strayed, his guardian of the railroad tracks who always brought him back. And life was a train that had somehow jumped the rails.
He wasn't . . . more
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September 27, 2008 05:10 PM EDT --
Mr. Smith got out of the cab after paying the driver a pretty sum. He looked to make sure nothing had slipped out of his pockets during the ride. Satisfied . . . more
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November 19, 2006 04:57 PM EST --
1) I am 36. Thanks, I know I only look 25 :)
2) Yes, I am a natural blonde. For some reason this is something I always get asked.
3) I have been engaged for nine years, and yes we will get married. . . . more
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March 12, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
I've watched many of my gather close friends and lovers post lists of interesting things about them, and have pounded my brain to a pulp trying to come up with anything worthy of being on any of those . . . more
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February 08, 2008 07:21 PM EST --
Pat heard the tornado siren and ran for the church basement across the road, dragging her terrified kids behind her.
The roar of the storm could be heard as it set its path on the side . . . more
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February 27, 2008 03:26 PM EST --
Snippets of my lost Mom were flashing in front of my eyes. Soon I realized that my eyes were drenched and burning. I had lost her three weeks ago. My . . . more
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March 02, 2008 02:49 AM EST --
There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings. As time progressed the music became . . . more
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March 02, 2008 10:30 PM EST --
"There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings."
The music soaked into the deck, tickling . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:47 PM EDT --
CLANG... This time the chilling sound of steel on steel reverberated straight through blood and penetrated bone. This time the slam of a six by eight-cell door . . . more
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