Tag: creative fiction
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . .
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February 09, 2007 11:53 PM EST --
“What do you mean I cannot speak to her?”
“She’s not available right now, Miss Gardner. She’s been sent to the dentist to have those decayed teeth removed and if...” . . .
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August 22, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . .
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February 25, 2008 08:26 PM EST --
I was exposed to this quote (attributed to Tom Hanks) sometime around the Apollo 13/Saving Private Ryan/Cast Away era. It has given me something to think about everytime I sit down to tell a story. . . .
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January 28, 2008 09:38 AM EST --
A Sun Came
Every day is just as cold as the day before to a point where I can no longer think of a day on . . .
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September 14, 2008 08:10 PM EDT --
“Charles wake up, you’re going to be late for school.”
“I'm already up mom; you don't have to scream at me. I was just getting ready to go down.”
Charles quickly put on a rugged wrinkled . . .
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October 02, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
A stack of five syrup-soaked waffles piled high with whipped cream and strawberry sauce stared back at her in a tantalizing dare to herself. Emily decided the Saturday after freshman college initiation . . .
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January 28, 2008 09:40 AM EST --
That Conversation I'm Sure You've Had.
We sat beside one another beneath the dark sky to talk for a while. . . .
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October 05, 2007 12:13 AM EDT --
On my birthday, as any perfect September Saturday, the sun danced on quivering red maple leaves, the squirrels anxiously zig-zagged around the park forgetting where to store their huge black walnuts, and . . .
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October 06, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
Sitting on this deck, wrapped up in an acrylic afghan,
I watch distant thin whitecaps appear, disappear, reappear,
out there, on the endless bay, where pelicans . . .
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March 11, 2007 07:27 PM EDT --
It had always been a comfort waking in the middle of the night to find Father's shield in the corner by the fire. The hilt of his sword peeked over the top, thinly worn gaps in the tightly wrapped . . .
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February 07, 2007 01:02 AM EST --
New Writing Group dedicated to improving your writing ability
If you want to become a better writer, this group is for you. This group instructs in the craft and 'art' of writing. A successful . . .
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October 13, 2008 09:41 PM EDT --
Chapter One- Vultures Coming Down
Lois notices turkey vultures circling in the pale morning sky as she wraps a thrift wool coat over her boney shoulders. A cool walk along the . . .
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February 20, 2007 12:36 PM EST --
Hi all! Today, I am presenting the first chapter of a new book tentatively titled: Death Dreams. I prefer Cries of the Children, but I'm still working on that with the screenwriter with whom I am collaborating . . .
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August 21, 2007 11:28 PM EDT --
As a conscious member of society, Petra wonders why its the coffee shop outside on Willy Street, Madison, where people finally look real. Here, the staunch suits disappear, the polo shirt stretched over . . .
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January 28, 2008 09:44 AM EST --
Take it one step at a time.
That's what she says. . . .
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March 07, 2007 11:45 PM EST --
His Name Was Amy Mable
Requiem For An Atheist
Frank C. Newby
"A Psalm of Life"
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave . . .
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August 10, 2008 10:36 PM EDT --
Despite the church address typo, cancelled catering, and tacky Elvis impersonator acting as D.J., Mat and Aubrey married each other yesterday with bursting hearts and twinkling eyes. Love ruled. . . .
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August 12, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
When Dirk arrived at work Monday morning, he saw that Mandy wasn’t there to greet him with a smile and let him in. Rather, the depressed accountant turned the bolt lock and welcomed Dirk in through . . .
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October 12, 2008 11:29 PM EDT --
Perhaps when my oldest brother claims I cannot get my facts straight, he is right. When I attempt to tell someone about an event of the past, I seem to take the simple textbook account and soak . . .
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