Tag: short
group name: thewriters
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August 25, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
Penelope Lake smiled sweetly, a bad sign of her mood. Sitting at the head of a walnut conference table, she watched the other ladies enter the room in groups of two or three. She sampled the snippets . . . 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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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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March 06, 2008 11:58 AM EST --
First, do apologize this entry was/is late, but due to Gather glitches in the Guthrie change over I was not notified I'd been accepted to the group...so, enjoy the read.
Proposal Written . . . more
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August 06, 2008 12:36 PM EDT --
Day 1: "Our dog'll ‘ave your cat," said the neighbor. And indeed, their dog did have a reputation--teeth like shrapnel, and eyes as piercing as the air-raid sirens at night. But . . . more
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July 22, 2008 05:42 PM EDT --
"Are you there? Are you waiting for me?"
The young girl looks round the corner and her eyes adjust to the dark. He's hiding again.
"I'll say yes," says the girl, . . . more
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July 29, 2008 05:53 PM EDT --
If only she'd said "No."
But now she was telling her husband, her parents, and her brother. The psychiatrist said it was the best way to heal.
"Poor love," said . . . more
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August 18, 2008 07:18 PM EDT --
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twelve." He tried to draw back but she drew him on, tiny fingers pressing bruises into his arm.
The room was dark with heavily brocaded . . . 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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November 29, 2007 08:18 PM EST --
[This is an excerpt from the NaNoWriMo novel in a month challenge. This chapter has not been edited yet.]
Chapter 4 - Mr. Quigley's List
(This is a tale about an English town . . . more
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March 08, 2008 01:25 PM EST --
Life, from beginning to end is a sometimes precarious, exhilarating, splendid, melancholy, even bittersweet but always exciting and unique journey down the river of time into the Ocean of . . . more
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March 08, 2008 02:18 PM EST --
I remember my day of creation, white swirling flakes, squealing laughter, mitten covered hands bringing life. Smells of hot chocolate and cookies as pictures were taken for a photo album yet . . . more
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . . more
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July 29, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
When he called her beautiful she knew it was a lie. He was describing his image of her, the woman he thought he'd married before he knew.
When he called her lovely she saw herself unloved. . . . more
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July 11, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
It was her silent affirmations that kept her from going completely insane. This was the third time this week that she was making this drive, and each time seemed to get worse.
"You never used . . . more
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July 19, 2008 02:32 AM EDT --
We meet in Dewey Decimal 863: I introduce you to Cortázar's Hopscotch .
We hunt around. A safari in the stacks. And then a cup of coffee.
You buy a rose, and dinner.
. . . more
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May 05, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Sherwood Anderson Short Story Contest, 2nd Place, 2003.
The boy followed his mother to the kitchen. She pulled a round tub from the pantry and set it in the middle of the kitchen floor. She poured two . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:04 PM EDT --
I'd never seen the man in the moon till we moved to Oregon. I knew he was there of course; I'd seen pictures. But I thought maybe others had eyes more skilled, or imaginations more free. . . . more
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April 24, 2008 03:06 PM EDT --
Welcome Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this story.
" It would be very interesting to preserve photographically not . . . more
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December 03, 2007 11:24 AM EST --
Pantomime
Cool winds whipped at skirts, jackets and hats alike. The pleasant autumn afternoon suddenly turned and everyone scuttled along their way making . . . more
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