Tag: fiction
group name: shortfiction
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January 07, 2007 02:32 AM EST --
An eerie absence of everything familiar troubled Ben, yet he hesitated to move since the bed felt more comfortable than it had in years. He compromised; didn't move a muscle other than . . . more
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July 07, 2007 04:39 AM EDT --
Ladies and gentlemen, we will be stopping briefly in Needles, California, to take on passengers. This is not a scheduled rest stop. If you are traveling on with us to Flagstaff, Phoenix, Albuquerque, or . . . more
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February 14, 2006 05:14 PM EST --
The old man stood still staring at the wall of photos. He was bent just a little, but you could tell he had been a big man in his younger days. Dressed conservatively in a suit and . . . more
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May 18, 2006 01:45 AM EDT --
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This is part of a novel I am working on. Please critique .
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He'd come seeking rest and peace from the wearying drones and taxing dramas. Following an ancient teaching, climbing a mountain. . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EST --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . . more
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February 09, 2008 04:46 PM EST --
Dear John,
In person would be better. Or by phone. But you've dropped off the face of the earth again. . . . more
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May 30, 2006 12:36 PM EDT --
The end came; hard to say when. Children were playing video games idly while Mothers asked disinterestedly what they wanted for dinner. Every child replied, "I'm not hungry." Spiders stopped . . . more
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May 24, 2006 11:13 AM EDT --
I am half-way through my re-write of this chapter and would like some feedback. I invite you to get out your red pens and have at it.
Here is the location of the original draft: /viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976753090 . . . more
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October 23, 2006 10:22 PM EDT --
"Mama, tell me a story," Darcy said. "A story about a princess named Darcy."
Her mother smiled. "Well, let's see. There was once a beautiful little . . . more
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September 14, 2006 01:55 PM EDT --
Saw an old man on the roadside today. Fairly decently dressed: white kurta, white pajama. At the road corner: I was walking towards......, and this old man was standing at the very first crossing as I . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 05, 2007 03:15 PM EDT --
I was the public accountant for Heishi Gods when George Discotti called to tell me goodbye one Monday. He was going to New York to arrange financing for the business. He'd be back . . . more
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May 25, 2006 11:44 AM EDT --
"Tink, Tink"
"Tink, tink." It began like a whisper one morning after my husband jetted off to work. I assumed the idiot had left the shower faucet leaking. I slid into my . . . more
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October 23, 2006 11:54 AM EDT --
Once upon a time, there was a garden in which there grew an uncommon rose. The gardener had tended her carefully, and she had blossomed elegant and dainty; he hoped that her meticulous finish would . . . more
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June 01, 2006 05:27 AM EDT --
Fireside 1: Wine
Hello, do come in! It's rather cold for autumn and the air is a tad chilly. Here, let me take your coat. There! Now, let's pull up a chair, . . . more
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June 02, 2006 05:13 AM EDT --
Fireside 2: Coffee
Make yourself comfortable by the fire, and we'll chinwag as good friends do. No need to apologise for just dropping in. I was kind of expecting you. . . . more
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March 16, 2007 01:33 AM EST --
BLENDING
By Carol LeHane
© Carol LeHane
As he stood beneath Kertig's midnight setting sun, a luster shown on the thick armor that was Tuurek's many faceted, black-brown . . . more
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June 04, 2006 05:03 AM EDT --
Fireside 4: Roast
Hello, do come in! I just knew you'd drop by, round about just now. Is that the smell of roast beef and all the trimmings for a cold night? You're . . . more
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March 26, 2007 08:48 PM EST --
As the bright blood red half sun began to rise and flood the small sand block building with sunlight like high tide, Vilov sat in front of the map wrack sifting through hundreds of maps. Vilov sat . . . more
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June 28, 2007 07:01 PM EDT --
My mother pulled slowly to a stop in the no parking zone in front of the Bijou Theatre. I had the door open and was out of the car. The line that always formed on the first night of a new show was just . . . more
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