Tag: prose
group name: shortfiction
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September 06, 2008 12:44 PM EDT --
The knife maker didn't start out with a perfect knife. He was a keeper of birds and at that time there were birds that came to be known as "jays" which were kept for their feathers-more . . . more
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March 18, 2008 11:24 PM EST --
This is drabbling gone amok; I will have to send it packing from the petite 100 Word Stories clan (Sorry, Reena!). Try as I might, the story wouldn't diet and weighs in at a whopping 250. Please . . . more
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January 11, 2007 10:00 AM EST --
Okay, so I made this New Year's Resolution. Right? I am going to exercise. Did I mention that I hate to exercise? I am going to eat healthy. Did I mention that I hate . . . more
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June 20, 2006 08:51 PM EDT --
Trench Coffee
(c) 2006 Basil Sands
1917 Part 1
A cup of coffee. The most wonderful thing in the world.
The steam rises into my nostrils flushing away the burning smell of gun powder and strong . . . more
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . . more
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April 26, 2006 03:27 PM EDT --
1940
©2006, Basil Sands
Mummy?
Look, mummy, up in the sky.
So many planes.
The blue sky is filled with planes
So high up they looked like tiny birds
Loud birds
They sound like thunder that never . . . more
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March 17, 2007 01:12 AM EST --
Rotting in prison, here I shall stay;
cold, cramped, and dark in this lonely cell.
Visitors come, but I usually run them away;
no one should see me in this hell.
. . . more
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January 29, 2007 01:45 AM EST --
There is a war raging inside my head;
how many more days will I lie in this bed?
Depression so dark I cannot see,
anxiety so thick I cannot breath.
. . . more
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March 14, 2007 12:41 AM EST --
It looks like me,
sounds like me,
and may often consume me,
though I assure you,
it is not me.
It may speak for me,
think for me,
and may even act for me,
but I promise you,
it is not . . . more
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July 05, 2006 07:16 PM EDT --
1940
©2006, Basil Sands
Mummy?
Look, mummy, up in the sky.
So many planes.
The blue sky is filled with planes
So high up they looked like tiny birds
Loud birds
They sound like thunder that never . . . more
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February 12, 2007 09:59 PM EST --
The most powerful of weapons shall ne'er cease to be,
those who will hurt me know this the best,
they deem me formidable, and not quick to scare,
so of all that is magic and mystical,
. . . more
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February 19, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
With all the strength I may command,
cast these demons away,
purge them from my being,
only discovering with great dismay,
that they remain ignoring my sincerest demand.
What do I . . . more
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March 01, 2007 09:05 PM EST --
The skies are a Caribbean blue, cottony clouds dot the backdrop-
of nature's masterpiece; her work of artistic perfection,
as the landscape reflects the fantastic brilliance of the sun's . . . more
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October 04, 2007 10:42 AM EDT --
The tide of being ebbed and flowed upon Anna and Nicholas's shores. The sands of different times . . . more
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February 15, 2008 12:06 PM EST --
First of all, I have to say a word or two about being single and unattached on Valentine's Day. It sucks.
Not only does it suck, it isn't a day I can just forget . . . more
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June 20, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
1917
(c)2006, Basil Sands
Oh God!
Stop the noise! Please, please, please, stop the noise!
The artillery shells had been raining down on us for what seemed like ages. My life . . . more
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July 06, 2006 08:14 PM EDT --
Pig Men, 1917, Part 5
© 2006, Basil Sands
Here They Come, 1917, part 4
The sun glints off the steel of silvery blades held menacingly in front of the evil looking masks of the Hun soldiers headed . . . more
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March 28, 2006 07:18 PM EST --
The beeping of the alarm awoke me. I scrambled to end the wretched sound. Six A.M. already? It seemed I had just fallen asleep. I sat up and put my feet in my old worn slippers, . . . more
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March 30, 2006 07:10 PM EST --
The Red Suitcase, Part Two
See Part One here
I was a shy teenager. I didn't have a lot of friends. Being pulled in and out of school did not help. Rumors would go around that the . . . more
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April 01, 2006 05:47 PM EST --
Click here for Part One
Click here for Part Two
Part Three
I came out of my daydreams long enough to realize it was almost three o'clock. It was about time for Betsy to stop by with the mail. . . . more
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