Kiara Crane's published ficlets
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Silence, concluded.
In the easy chair beside my T.V., sat a uniformed police officer. He was holding a notepad and obviously trying to get some a…
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Silence, continued.
The walk took all day. My feet began aching after the first mile, but just like everything else in my life I accepted it sile…
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Silence, continued.
Once my companion, silence, returned, I stood and climbed from the abandoned van, only to discover that I had no idea where I…
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Silence, continued.
I had expected them to do something to me, but instead I was left unwatched, untouched as the two men who had snatched me arg…
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Silence
The art of keeping silent was one I had learned from a young age. My mother was not fond of yelling—or even talking, for that…
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A Savior or an Annihilator?
It is said that darkness will one day consume our world. It is said that when that happens They will reign unchecked, feeding…
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The Face of Darkness
A sense of urgency came over my captor. Was it morning all ready?
“Take a breath,” whispered Fey.
“H—mmph!” My mouth filled…
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The Liaraen
The darkest of darkness enveloped me, lifting me off the ground and into the impenetrable black sky. Slowly, the sounds of pa…
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Gone.
The mystery of the door occupied my thoughts through-out the night. Dreams of parallel worlds and alternate universes mixed w…
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The Door
The door was hardly noticable. Only someone looking for it would be able to see it and I guess I had been subconsiously looki…
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Imaginings of a Creative Writer
The house I share with my family is quite ordinary. It has a living room and dinning room that are separated only by a chair …
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Jacob and the Cake
The cake his mother gave him for his birthday was bland. While in her presense he did his best to stick to just one piece and…
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The e-mail
The alarm clock beside the bed failed, once again to rise Laura from her dreams. When finally she opened her eyes and looked …
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Them
The sun set hours ago, but it was still light in the city; light as day. That was how it was ever since they returned to our …
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The prophecy
“A prophet’s job is never done,” Shia thought aloud, cleaning up the dust and bones from her last customer.
‘Bang, bang!’ “P…
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Writer's Life
As all my stories of the past this one began with “once”: “Once upon a time . . .” Now what? The rest of the lined three-ring…
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Voices
“The monkeys told me I’d find you here,” Cameron told the girl who hid behind a barrel at the back of the cabin. “Are you ok?...
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