Tag: short
group name: writing
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July 21, 2008 09:17 PM EDT --
Fascinated by the story, Petros sat, eyes wide, ears like attentive bull-horns hanging onto his grandfather's every word.
"...he sits by the fountain of life each day strumming his guitar. . . . more
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March 11, 2008 11:54 AM EDT --
The faces from the photograph followed Mitali, as she got ready for her dinner date.
20 year old Mitali, looked at the girl in the mirror. Not bad . Too desperate? The . . . more
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April 16, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
She watched him sleeping, and looked at the photograph.
They'd seemed so happy that day, so full of hope and promise. She'd pledged to stay "till death do us part," but wondered . . . more
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July 06, 2008 02:01 PM EDT --
First draft - feedback is welcome.
Well. What a mystery! The police came to my house today, can you imagine? Two of them. A nice looking young man - well, he would have been nice looking if he hadn't . . . more
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June 18, 2008 08:57 AM EDT --
She finished the dregs of the latte, her eyes marking passers-by as a red tendril of hair climbed into her face again. She was mouthing words behind the cup, but it was hard to read them when they . . . 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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June 13, 2007 11:34 AM EDT --
Please read Part 1 first. It is HERE.
Part 2:
Celia prodded her husband, Malcolm, to lay out food the caterers brought.
"Malcolm, please use the refrigerated tray for the cole slaw . . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:17 AM EDT --
"D'you remember?" Andy asked.
"Remember what?"
"Remember when..."
Sue was lying deep in the long grass behind their house, and Andy was perched on a . . . more
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July 08, 2008 12:31 PM EDT --
Her mother would never know, didn't need to know. That was the difference between high school and college anyway. You . . . more
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May 02, 2008 01:38 PM EDT --
"Don't be late," they tell you, and you're thinking to yourself, it's a dream for heaven's sake. How can anyone be late to a dream? You're trying so very hard not . . . more
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May 07, 2008 01:05 AM EDT --
"One for sorrow, two for joy," she said, counting swallows over the field. "Three for a girl, four for a boy; five for silver, six for gold."
Seven was the number that . . . more
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September 13, 2007 08:59 PM EDT --
I tried drinking it in undergrad school.
I would hit the main student union building each morning after my 17th Century French Lit class and order a large Styrofoam cup. . . . more
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May 30, 2008 11:28 AM EDT --
10:13 in the morning. I'm waiting for the phone to ring. Mother's house was always immaculate. Aunt Peggy is outside, now, looking at the hydrangeas, wondering . . . more
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July 18, 2008 01:09 AM EDT --
As the road curved she was Sonia—again—thinking in Russian, unaware of this equivocal fact. For it was that the barriers of language fell within the walls of her mind. She . . . more
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February 15, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
This is one of my short stories - the one that did very well for me in last year's university writing competition, actually .... was talking with lynn a. this morning about how much I loved . . . more
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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 . . . more
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August 27, 2007 07:09 PM EDT --
July 1958
July seemed to have neither beginning nor end. It represented eternity to neighborhood kids. Summer days were bright, and nights were fresh, filled . . . more
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November 01, 2007 10:25 AM EDT --
"Mom, did you iron my dress for the party?" Megan screamed from inside the bathroom.
"It's right there on your bed", Mom's shrill voice echoed through the living room. . . . more
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October 19, 2007 05:08 PM EDT --
"The path wove its way through the meadow and into the darkness of the woods beyond." With her golden hair flying behind her and gasping from panic, Sarah ran through the meadow, across the . . . 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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