Stories posted 8/26/2007
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other gardens
It must have been like this for Lucifer
and Eve: the lord of hell would stroke her hair
and whisper, “Pretty Eve, my love so … -
as if anyone writes letters anymore anyway
You said you’d write—but don’t think I expect
a single word. I found two hairs today,
and knew they must be yours. So you… -
Come What May, Pt. 7

Oliver puts on the leather jacket, and we both exit the dressing room to look in the full length mirror right outside. “We lo…
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Cut Out

My heart flew out over the city skyline, dangling happily in the trees that lined the sidewalks outside. I rarely ever got a …
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my life is a repressed british drama
I’m used to feeling the want of the feel of your arms
and the way you were warm
and wanting to want the feel of your arms
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A Dystopian Storm

Walking down the shining wet streets of this bleak city, it is easy to believe what the people are whispering in darkened doo…
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Football
Butterflies, uncertainty, the pads on your shoulders seeming to weigh a ton. Sweat drips off your nose and falls onto your ou…
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the coffeeshop before the bar
There’s cold and snow and dark and cold and yet
it’s February again and we’re not dead.
The sun would have us all learn to fo… -
the one good thing about the balkans, other than the ice cream, which I hear is excellent
I am in the mountains, love
and you are overseas
and wish as hard as I might wish
you could not come to me
I’ll soon enough f… -
The contest
I tried to dodge but his claws slashed across my thigh leaving long bloody tracks. I wanted to curse but all that came out wa…
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Only today
I feel like crying
cause the whole world is dying.
I feel like I’m falling,
cause all we can do is the wrong thing,
Feel …
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The Memorable Affair

There was a loud thump and Fantine’s desk shook. A man’s vibrant cursing was heard underneath. Fantine let out an annoyed gro…
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pretending to be Bridget Jones
Last year the town was much too full
and now the town is empty
I walked by where you used to live
through half the dark and l… -
pretending to be Dorothy Parker
If ever I loved a rose, my love,
the rose would not be you.
You certainly possessed the thorns
but not the flower of blood-re… -
Somewhere Between Waking and Sleeping

Madame Yvonne Giroux Poutrè, I read aloud, squinting in the dim lighting.
Madame Yvonne…
Coincidence?
“Merci, Fant…
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Edge Patrol

Plunging my face in to the icy water, I exhale all the air in my lungs through my nose. I always enjoyed the bubbling. There’...
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Blank Slate

I hate this part. The waiting. I’ve been packed for days now. I can’t wait but I don’t want to go either. My stomach is in a …
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My failed romance with traditional America
I have a moment of pontification:
The thing about New England, I tell him,
You understand why this nation’s
founders thought … -
The Man About Town
Leonard DiCiccio was a short man, likely a dwarf, but I had honestly never cared to ask. What he lacked in physical height wa…
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In-Character Survey: Mandy Garcia from THE PULSE Series (1/2)

Let me preface this by saying I never do these surveys, but Henry and Aaron think it would make for a good team-building ex…
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In-Character Survey: Mandy Garcia from THE PULSE Series (2/2)

How many places have you lived?
Middle Village, Queens, NY
Queens Village, Queens, NY
Nanuet, Rockland County, NY
Cambridge… -
Sudden Realization

Ten years later, those are just rumours. Although, some actually cared to remember. The Clairvoiyants, the ones with the he…
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What If

As I was reading your test run it occured to me.
When they set this site up, what was this experiment really about?
All tha… -
The almost death of Mr. wiggles

“Put down the Mr. wiggles” Bartemus said despretly.
Lyra smiled devilishly and put the the chew toy in her other hand. She to… -
The Final Holder

“This final holder,” Jeffery saw a look on the man’s face he had never seen before. It was a mixture of horror, anger, and re…
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Tags for Life
Tags…Personally, I think they show more about the author than they do about the particular story they’re attached to.
I lo…
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Tourists with Maps

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Adventure

Crawling through the tunnels at playgrounds had always been so fun for her when she was little.
As a child she had always cr…
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The Soundtrack to My Summer

The night was perfect shade of dark blue
dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?
as she lay under the stars
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Brick Wall's first ever contest (booyah)

Stovohobo did it, and Laine P. Grey did it, and a whole bunch of other people I don’t know probably have, too, so now it’s my…
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Scream

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The Dumbwaiter Incident

Burtininkas didn’t look up from his work as Wednesday walked into the room.
“Oh, Wednesday, terribly glad you came. It’s i…
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More like a Daisy

She was standing there, simply standing there at the foot of the stairs, dressed rather nice in a slimming black dress.
Here…
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The Tide

She only saw him on Thursdays. That seemed to be his favorite day. And at night. Always at night.
She would sit on the mossy…
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Doppelganger

Brass Eagle rolled to one side as the attacker’s fist slammed into the ground. He still couldn’t believe it. Brass Eagle was …
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AAAICOF Notice
Recently, there has been a string of terrible incidents where several ficleteers in question have used a certain word in comm…
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Hope.

Bruce stumbled upon something…a sewer grate, or some sort of pipe. He falls…hard. Water is rushing through it, making the…
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"one dreamed of day"
today was a one in a million,,the sun blazed full and bright that morning,, it was warm not hot,,warm so comfortable…i watc…
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Doktor Featureless.

A man walked in, dressed in white, even more blankly than the lights and the walls. Grasshopper was stunned into speechlessne…
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Not Home

I was so sorry.Sorry I trusted Ty and liked him. I was so sorry. It’s all over and done, nothing I can do about it now.
Fou…
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enjolie
i presume all you girls remember the little jingle,,
“i can bring home the bacon,,,,fry it up in the pan,, and never ever let… -
Tell Me a Story About Marshmallows
The two brothers trudged through the murky, ankle deep water and the heavy humidity of a Mississippi afternoon. Both had thei…
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More Stunning In The Setting Sun

“Yes,” Burtininkas raised an eyebrow and craftily balanced his fountain pen on the tip of his finger. “Now that you mention i…
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Life of the Damned

In his eyes, she’s an angel for sure. A figment of imagination, a halo seen only by him. Living a dream, a dream with no esca…
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You Picked Me

Out of all other authors’ stories to read, you picked me.
Maybe it was one pale, thin ray of hope that said that I would …
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An Affair of Summer

Nights are warm, and the days are young. This is summer, a time of freedom and self-renewal, at least for those of us who rem…
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Awake and Dreaming

I have student loans that total sixty five thousand dollars and spent nearly a third of my life working towards my master’s d…
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12 Songs And A Breakdown

We circled about, two lost fishbowl souls, two moons side by side in orbit, in a house that couldn’t hold the two of us.
And…
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Don't Masquerade With the Girl In Shades

I wear my sunglasses at night. Some people might think this is due to pretension, but it’s really so I don’t have to deal wit…