Tag: short fiction
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May 13, 2008 04:17 PM EDT --
"Now what I want is, facts," said Tilda. "None of this storybook crap for me." She dropped her cigarette, and crushed it with her shoe
"Stories . . .
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January 21, 2007 11:14 PM EST --
She walked into the room and heaved a sigh as tears rolled gently down her face. So many memories. Sports trophies. Graduation pictures. An old Boy Scout uniform still hanging in the . . .
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April 07, 2007 12:03 PM EDT --
Conclusion . . .
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November 08, 2007 04:37 PM EST --
My first Play on Words entry. If you think it looks like fun, please join us here: Play on Words or Poetry Play on Words .
#99532 tightened her bonel ace boots, then . . .
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May 22, 2008 06:04 PM EDT --
She knew she was in trouble the day her husband died. She hadn't planned on that unexpected twist. If anyone knew her life, REALLY knew her life...on first observation they would see his . . .
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January 06, 2009 10:31 PM EST --
She landed with a thud on the pavement, bruising her amply padded bottom. She struggled to her feet, reaching behind to rub the soreness, hoping nobody saw her. So much for graceful landings. . . .
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March 07, 2009 10:52 PM EST --
Sarah was surprised when her husband agreed to watch the latest “chick flick” that she had purchased…a love story starring 2 of her favorite actors. It was a movie she had been wanting to see for . . .
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October 19, 2009 12:35 PM EDT --
She was a weaver of dreams, a poet, a lover. Her dwelling place was anyplace she was needed. Her home was written on the hearts of those who found her and believed in all that she shared. . . .
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April 07, 2007 02:06 PM EDT --
The refrigerator hums along in middle C.
Slicing an onion, I cut myself; blood oozed, a rivulet; juice ran to the cut like maggots debriding a wound; I felt cleansed; the pain ate at my reserve, threatening . . .
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March 29, 2008 01:35 PM EDT --
It was nothing personal. Hers was just one more computer his found unprotected and installed a keylogger. Soon he had a list of account numbers and went shopping.
She pulled the overdraft . . .
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April 05, 2008 02:55 PM EDT --
Written for the 100 word stories group, with the requirements that it involve Octophobia and mention the reason for the fear.
The paperwork mocked her with . . .
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April 13, 2008 04:42 PM EDT --
Choosing a photo from the box, the little girl said: "Tell me about this one, Grandma."
"Grandma" laughed softly. "He'd been up all night, nervous. And . . .
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April 20, 2008 06:13 PM EDT --
It was a warm, slow day for people-watching. The hours brought few entries in her notebook; she lost herself sketching.
"You know, she thinks it's ghosts."
"What, . . .
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May 06, 2008 05:32 PM EDT --
A thousand bodies huddled in the entryway of Bunker 13, waiting. It seemed they held their breath as one. Valerie wondered if they all were thinking of the thirteenth planet, doomed to cross their path . . .
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May 19, 2008 09:50 PM EDT --
Glory waited at the edge of the dance floor, all of four years old, straight and tall in her regalia. Grandma Hattie watched closely, even as she beaded, but Glory seemed unaware and needed no reminders . . .
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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 . . .
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November 14, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
She paused, spectral hand on the gate, but she did not look back. They had loved her well, and she them. She understood it all, now. Free . . .
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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 . . .
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March 31, 2007 08:55 AM EDT --
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April 02, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Play on word challenge pin
The pin t size boy sat on the s pin dly legged stool, ready for their nightly ritual.
"Cho pin." his grandmother said, . . .
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