Tag: drabble
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November 20, 2009 08:16 PM EST --
“There’s a ship!”
It was exciting at first. Maybe Mayflower had returned, but she stayed offshore.
“Still there.”
The people watched and grew afraid.
“Close . . .
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November 18, 2009 04:56 PM EST --
“We’re free from Crown and Bishop here.”
“And from soldiers defending us.”
“We fight alone.”
So they marched to rescue their captured friend—a . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:12 AM EDT --
"Now, what I want is... facts. What do we know, Anderson!" barked Inspector Harris.
"Burglar entered here, got some jewelry, was surprised by the owner while searching and got killed." . . .
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July 01, 2009 03:07 PM EDT --
The way Sam talked you’d think he expected to kick the bucket any moment. He’d tell you how his back ached, chest and lungs, how he couldn’t walk “baht stick,” and couldn’t . . .
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March 04, 2008 02:18 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."
Nipper, the dog, was puzzled to make out . . .
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April 19, 2008 12:53 PM EDT --
I go to Central Park on my lunch hour. I love to feed the birds and watch the children play. Sitting next to a nanny with two young charges happily babbling to one another I thought . . .
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May 14, 2008 11:36 PM EDT --
"Now what I want is, Facts."
My mother's cousin made this demand with her pencil poised to record the facts of WWII. I glanced to the hospital bed where my once giant grandfather . . .
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June 24, 2009 04:10 PM EDT --
I couldn’t work out where I stood.
“They ought to put a brake on it,” they said, “force 'im to eat.” But it almost sounded noble. He wasn’t that much . . .
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July 28, 2009 09:00 PM EDT --
Water rippled over moss covered stones , lending life to trailing fronds. Water under the bridge, David thought. Water that washes and cleans, while the July moon hung above the tree tops , gazing . . .
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July 29, 2009 01:59 PM EDT --
I loved her but love makes you blind. I didn’t ask. She didn’t tell. Her strangely fearsome hell.
Today, I’d question everything and risk whatever loss, except I’ve . . .
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August 28, 2009 06:26 PM EDT --
When they were small their mother used to tell them to go out and play. “Look, the sun’s shining,” she’d say, but they just turned away. “You need sunlight. It’s . . .
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October 28, 2009 01:08 PM EDT --
The waves’ sweet susurration sounded softly in his ears. His tears blended with sea-salt spray portending eventide. The man who watched the waters turned away, his thoughts for sorrow and the . . .
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December 11, 2008 02:01 AM EST --
Aude peered at the photograph. Celester looked twenty years younger then, she thought. Turning the snapshot over, . . .
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December 06, 2007 03:38 AM EST --
Zona was a reserved young woman. At school she was neat and tidy.
I met her at a party sitting to one side watching everyone from a distance.
I said that I'd make her say in public that she loves . . .
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April 15, 2009 12:48 PM EDT --
“Write,” said the voice.
“What shall I write?”
“Write love and hope and truth and certainty. Write the morning watch and the afternoon march, and the evening to heal the . . .
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April 16, 2009 05:03 PM EDT --
John looked across the island and remembered the beautiful city, Laodicea: The aqueduct, that marvel of modern technology; the hospital where they salved the eyes but couldn’t cure foolishness; the . . .
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April 17, 2009 05:42 PM EDT --
John put his pens away and sighed. The desolate landscape faded to a heavenly staircase. He climbed, awestruck, with no words to describe the things he heard and saw. But the voice said, “Write,” . . .
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June 03, 2009 06:54 PM EDT --
There’s smoothness divided in raiment that deceives, sharp softness hiding knife-blades underneath. Look in her eyes and see how she despises you. “Feed me; I’ll be your prize and sing . . .
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July 16, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
Fear is a river with no escape, tumbling out of control to the waiting sea. Fear splashes wider whenever you turn, and fear drowns. So David, floundering in uncertainty, knew he was drowning for sure. . . .
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August 19, 2009 06:26 PM EDT --
“Turn left,” says he.
“How far is it now?”
“Be less if you turned the right way.” His eyes start to frown.
Her fingers tense round the steering wheel as she feels . . .
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