Tag: random
group name: fictionaddiction
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February 21, 2006 10:21 AM EST --
(Continued from Moth Flight here)
Six Months Later - Undisclosed Location
The men in dark suits walked in first. Uniform in their appearance, watchful and alert, they exuded an air of menace. . . . more
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April 16, 2006 09:11 PM EDT --
I finally made it out to see V for Vendetta today. Two words: Friggin Awesome!!! It was one of the best movies I've seen in a long time.
Set in England but clearly a polical criticism . . . more
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November 21, 2006 02:16 PM EST --
Walls. Walls everywhere.
Leonard made a face, a sour grimace that could have meant anything from good-natured humor to pain. The weathered wrinkles of his face deepened and his thin lips formed a hard, . . . more
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April 02, 2006 04:42 AM EDT --
There I was with fifty years of love and admiration invested when I discovered his love meant nothing at all. What do you do when that happens?
This man had shown up on every holiday, picked me up when . . . more
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July 16, 2006 10:21 PM EDT --
Where do you go when things change?
Where do you go when things aren't the same?
Where do you go when there's no where to hide?
Where do you go when everything hurts; especially your pride? . . . more
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March 22, 2006 06:01 PM EST --
The door opens with a "bang," the entry bell jingling pleasantly. Like many other doors on Main Street, this one is thickly painted, with leaded glass inset into its wooden frame. The door . . . more
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May 04, 2006 09:08 PM EDT --
Summer 1989, Atchafalaya Basin, Louisiana
The air over the town of Henderson was wet and superheated by the sun. Whispers of breeze fell, exhausted, after half-hearted attempts to stir the air. . . . more
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April 02, 2006 08:09 AM EDT --
I'm sure that if any of you have read my work, you are expecting a very profound and literate choice for the two-word challenge.
Not wanting to disappoint my fanbase of future pulitzer prize . . . more
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May 24, 2006 11:25 AM EDT --
HEDGEHOG SONG
Spike and Quilla were in love. Delicately. (That's how hedgehogs do it – delicately.) They had been born in burrows on opposite sides of the Corinthian Copse, . . . more
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March 16, 2006 02:41 PM EST --
(The Story Begins Here, A Bad Beginning)
Summer 2005 - New Orleans, Louisiana
On Tuesday, August 23, the girl in Personal Observation Room 314 became agitated and had to be restrained, for . . . more
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May 11, 2006 03:24 PM EDT --
I'm a gambler, but I never thought Russian Roulette would be my game. In my mind's eye, my life has become a gun, blued, cold steel, smelling slightly of oil and a tinge of ozone. A pearl . . . more
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April 17, 2006 05:26 AM EDT --
I know some of you may be saying, "come on Monica, who doesn't know how to do that?" Well, as a manager of multiple groups who has been asked this A LOT, I can say there are A LOT of . . . more
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December 27, 2006 02:32 AM EST --
I woke up to the sound of typing. My boyfriend was sitting at our desk, on his computer, working, on Christmas morning. On Christmas morning! As a self employed web developer he makes his own hours . . . more
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October 13, 2006 06:22 PM EDT --
The low floodlights come up first, gels of blue, deep red, purple and some muted yellows. Hakim, with his own mini floodlight in the left-hand bass drum takes up the beat, both feet beating out . . . more
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December 22, 2005 05:32 AM EST --
As a part of the word interpretation game:
realifiction: what you can expect to come from a child's mouth when attempting to explain his/her way out of trouble! Real people will be involved, . . . more
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February 05, 2006 04:52 PM EST --
This is a story that I've told my children. It is inspired by what has happened to many family pets in Louisiana and Mississippi following Katrina.
Doggie bounded through the woods, dappled . . . more
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February 20, 2006 01:40 PM EST --
You are insane. Just admit it. Get over yourself and admit it! Now, don't you feel better? To truly be insane, one must learn the art of coddled insanity.
The benefits . . . more
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April 29, 2006 05:52 AM EDT --
Sue sat in a room with only a bare bulb overhead and a pack of Gitanes and Camels in her hand.
Her eyes burned in the haze thick as soup that swirled above the bulb; her nose was buried in her book as . . . more
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June 12, 2006 06:18 PM EDT --
...."no, no, no. You put her shoes on before her clothes. That's not the way to dress a Barbie. Don't you know anything?"
"But I just wanted to keep playing."
"Well, . . . more
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April 22, 2006 06:08 AM EDT --
My black V-twin motorcycle is an Italian spaghetti western. It rumbles quite unlike the pot-ato, pot-ato farting of the big American; and it drowns the asthmatic, sewing machine whir . . . more
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