Tag: story
member name: Sakuragirl S.
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August 28, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
“My first name is Daniel. I am unable to remember my last name. I am 12 years old. When I was 2 – so I was told – my mother sold me and my twin sister to the Master. I have a very ugly upper lip and he . . .
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August 19, 2008 07:17 AM EDT --
The weeded steps drew me in like idiot flies to the burning candles. I had to see.
He was there. Definitely not helping her put on the bride's maid dress.
She mumbled.
He nearly shouted in . . .
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December 23, 2009 08:26 AM EST --
A quickie
"Do you reckon it's better to acknowledge when you're miserable than it is worse to acknowledge when you're happy?" she asked me one evening.
"Excuse me? I am slightly failing to . . .
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December 22, 2009 09:54 AM EST --
Anyone in the mood for a challenge? How about a short piece of fiction, 500 words at most, revolving about or around or on top or in between the phrase: "No wish is foolproof" ?
It is not uncommon . . .
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September 01, 2008 05:35 AM EDT --
When she told them the estimate date, March 26th the following year, reactions followed a trend. He gave her a long and confusing look – a smile, she thought at first – and left. Mother sighed and turned . . .
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October 15, 2008 07:05 AM EDT --
My response to my own challenge .
Once upon a time, on top of the Red Quiet Mountain, there was a little village where little redheaded curly people called The Happy Reds used to live. . . .
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August 22, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Distant rumor and some light struggling awoke the seemingly asleep man. He left his scarlet velvety throne and roared from the top of the stairs to the guards "What's going on there?" . . .
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December 04, 2008 05:22 AM EST --
The Hall lay asleep in heavy silence. Its thick stone pillars, like impassible and muted witnesses of forgotten days, guarded the peace of an old man resting in his royal velvet chair. A scarlet mantle . . .
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September 18, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
"Rabid dog peeled it off and munched on the missing two"
He glides his handicapped limb in front of my bemused blink-less eyes. Chillingly freak!
I remember dad's afternoon talks. . . .
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October 01, 2008 08:23 AM EDT --
just a repost, critique welcome
"Not now, Zoey, dad's really busy!" the man in the green coat yelled nervously while flipping through a big stack of yellowish sheets of paper. . . .
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November 08, 2008 08:11 AM EST --
This is a response to Week #58 challenge , at the group Short Story First Line Challenge .
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November 18, 2008 06:56 AM EST --
Hello friends!
For your convenience, this "sticky" post will include all Dancing Fingers along the relatively recent history of the group, with deadlines and all necessary details.
For . . .
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August 22, 2008 02:04 AM EDT --
Good morning, challengers!
Here is my first prompt for you: write a short story inspired by the song Seether - Rise Above This.
I am aware that not everyone's music tastes might match mine, . . .
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November 19, 2008 07:20 AM EST --
Duran duran - Come Undone
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to . . .
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September 12, 2008 09:02 AM EDT --
Good morning, friends!
For quite some time, there's a huge smile that starts stretching by itself between my ears the second I get home. And the reason for that is just a pair of about 4 inch pinky . . .
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September 23, 2008 07:45 AM EDT --
Pseudo-auto-biographical. A draft.
“Got the list, hon?” he asks me, wrapping an arm around my long ago slim waist.
“Yup!” I’m all grins and my trained eyes scan thoroughly the supermarket . . .
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September 26, 2008 02:40 AM EDT --
Good morning everyone!
Here's another little piece for you and your muse to munch on:
I'm staring out into that vaccum again
From the back porch of my mind
The only thing thats . . .
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September 30, 2008 07:15 AM EDT --
Seconf draft. Critique wanted and appreciated
Long live the caller id inventor, a girl gets to adjust her vocals makeup.
“Hey, it’s me.” Clara’s voice whispers apologetically miles away. . . .
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November 12, 2008 01:27 PM EST --
This is a response to Week #59 challenge , at the group Short Story First Line Challenge.
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November 20, 2008 07:38 AM EST --
This is a response to Week #60 challenge , at the group Short Story First Line Challenge.
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