Tag: short
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September 13, 2008 03:25 PM EDT --
That's what it is: let's go!
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November 01, 2006 10:11 AM EST --
Dry electric winds swept through her skin. She shivered from the heat. Trailing behind the fairy and the knight, she knew she'd never keep up. The warrior pierced her with his sword, the sprite . . . more
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November 12, 2006 12:45 AM EST --
The high pitched breath of chimes tinkled, the porch swing creaked, and the lone hummingbird hovered about the ancient feeder.
Her sun weathered, wizened face graced a white, flowing gown that . . . more
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September 11, 2007 09:46 PM EDT --
"But I'm not a battered wife" I insisted. It didn't matter what I said though, the guy at the Welfare office was just not giving in. I told him that I had . . . more
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February 03, 2008 03:54 PM EST --
A collection of short stories.
I had one pair of pants and two shirts. Literally.
I was in middle school and image was so very important. I was overweight and underdressed. . . . more
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July 05, 2008 04:38 PM EDT --
It's always warm here, in this meadow. Peaceful, with the flowers dancing in the breeze. I could play here forever. I have so many other children to play with, and Grandma is here. She doesn't . . . more
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June 03, 2007 12:08 PM EDT --
It was Thursday. Not much going in a small town Nebraska library on a Thursday. Okay, not much going on in a small town Nebraska library on most days, but Thursdays were especially quiet. Especially a . . . more
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August 12, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
To those of you who have already voted for my story, thank you so much! I really appreciate the vote - and the feedback I've received also.
If you haven't yet voted for it, please, . . . more
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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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July 29, 2008 06:06 PM EDT --
If only she could have kept the little things, candy in his pockets and flowers on the shelf. She remembered he made her feel important; the memories were fine.
If only she could have forgotten . . . more
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September 16, 2008 06:06 PM EDT --
"D'you wanna know a secret?"
"Yeah."
"Katie was kissing Tom behind the shed."
"Are they still there?"
"Let's go and see." . . . 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 01:08 PM EDT --
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The car drew up. "Hi Dad." Such a pretty young woman was taking his arm. "Come on," the pretty young woman said. "We're going home. You're okay . . . more
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October 01, 2008 01:12 PM EDT --
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Sometimes he watched her vacuuming while he wandered in the vacuum of his mind. He wondered could the switch be repaired that had taken his memories away.
Sometimes . . . 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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June 21, 2008 12:08 PM EDT --
The sound of glass when it breaks, echoes like the ripples on water. it was this sound that awoke me from my four year old dreams.
Dad was shouting and mom was shouting something about getting away . . . more
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September 07, 2006 06:43 AM EDT --
Thomas's eyes were bright and clear as he sat near the pond and a gentle breeze tussled his blond hair. He played in the garden everyday and the pond was his favourite place. He would sit and watch . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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April 17, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Lou buried his head in the pillow. The mosquito wasn't so easily fooled. The buzz sliced back and accelerated into his right ear this time. He slapped at it, hammering his ear. He tried to shake out . . . more
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September 18, 2008 01:05 AM EDT --
Dad always put me to bed when I was little. Each night we'd kneel down beside my twin bed to say my prayers. I grew up Catholic so used the Sign of the Cross at the start . . . more
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