Tag: 100
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August 20, 2008 06:16 PM EDT --
The prompt for this week’s challenge is to give this image my story:
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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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August 18, 2008 12:50 PM EDT --
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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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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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March 12, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
Journal Entry 109...
Destiny. Been hearing a lot about it lately. Don't know if I believe anymore. Still undecided. I think mine's was stolen!
Journal Entry 237...
August 28, . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EDT --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . . more
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April 02, 2008 06:05 AM EDT --
Ingrid Jonker, a shining star among South African poetesses, she was known as the Queen of metaphor, imagery and heartfelt emotions.
Denied by a father, resented by her step-mother, Ingrid went to stay . . . more
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April 09, 2008 12:20 PM EDT --
For eight years I have been forewarned of tragedies. Call it premonitions or intuitions; I've come to dread 8:08 p.m.
At first I was oblivious to the signs. I glanced . . . more
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May 05, 2008 06:31 AM EDT --
"What's wrong with this one?" Small, dark fingers traced the egg white cooked into the crust.
"Nothing child. It's just left over."
"What about the rest?"
Esther . . . more
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May 20, 2008 03:24 PM EDT --
It was a clear bright sunny day on September-11th, 2001.It started as any ordinary day, but led to a change that would affect Molly's whole life forever.
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June 09, 2008 08:59 PM EDT --
This week's prompt is the photo of the old shoe stuck in the mud and we are to tell the shoe's story from the shoe's perspective.
My partner and I lived happily . . . more
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June 28, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Crouching behind the fence, trying to quell a growing sense of foreboding, Emma glanced at her watch for the fifth time that minute. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" she hissed through clenched . . . more
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