Tag: short
group name: fictionaddiction
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March 20, 2008 12:23 PM EDT --
When Bev heard the front door open and shut, she called down the stairs, "Did you bring the mail?"
A gust of cold air raced past her and she shivered. Winter had lasted too long this year. . . . more
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July 18, 2008 02:15 PM EDT --
I sat alone in the small café, trying to appear worldly and confident enough in myself to have dinner alone. After all, lots of people eat alone. I, myself, had seen many a woman sitting at a table . . . more
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February 09, 2008 04:46 PM EST --
Dear John,
In person would be better. Or by phone. But you've dropped off the face of the earth again. . . . more
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April 17, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Lou buried his head in the pillow. The mosquito wasn't so easily fooled. The buzz sliced back and accelerated into his right ear this time. He slapped at it, hammering his ear. He tried to shake out . . . more
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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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May 30, 2006 12:36 PM EDT --
The end came; hard to say when. Children were playing video games idly while Mothers asked disinterestedly what they wanted for dinner. Every child replied, "I'm not hungry." Spiders stopped . . . more
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January 21, 2007 11:14 PM EST --
She walked into the room and heaved a sigh as tears rolled gently down her face. So many memories. Sports trophies. Graduation pictures. An old Boy Scout uniform still hanging in the . . . more
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December 22, 2006 12:25 AM EST --
Dear Author,
Congratulations on submitting your story to the Amazon contest. I received your email. Oh, that doesn't give you a clue who I am? Sorry, I was number 98 in your list of 432 names. I feel . . . more
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April 06, 2006 02:43 AM EDT --
All Aboard-01
THE REDEMPTION EXPRESS
The train lurched forward. The doors – tight doors – were bolted shut. All were now aboard. And the station . . . more
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April 06, 2006 06:31 AM EDT --
All Aboard-05
SWITCHED
The train has stopped and the doors are open at Purgatory Station. It's the last one before Hell at the end of the line. But here another train . . . 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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May 25, 2006 11:44 AM EDT --
"Tink, Tink"
"Tink, tink." It began like a whisper one morning after my husband jetted off to work. I assumed the idiot had left the shower faucet leaking. I slid into my . . . more
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March 05, 2007 06:09 PM EST --
This short short story is based on the poem, "Billy Talbot", by Ed Nudelman.
Plato chases the ground hog under the deck, shoves his snout in against the edging and claws at . . . 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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May 01, 2006 12:17 AM EDT --
The fog enveloped me. I looked upward, but saw no sign of the moon or the stars. Instead we were surrounded by the haze of the fog, and total darkness. The forest of trees seemed to be getting thicker, . . . more
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May 18, 2006 01:45 AM EDT --
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This is part of a novel I am working on. Please critique .
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He'd come seeking rest and peace from the wearying drones and taxing dramas. Following an ancient teaching, climbing a mountain. . . . more
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July 14, 2007 06:43 AM EDT --
A Comfort in the Familiar
“I can see her now.”
. . . more
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September 20, 2006 02:58 AM EDT --
It was dark and raining hard when Elspeth Sanders pulled into the driveway. The old house stood and looked menacing in the shadows of the lightning that flashed constantly, casting an eerie look about . . . more
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September 13, 2006 09:59 AM EDT --
For three nights in a row it had happened, and Dana was a bit scared. She wasn't into superstition or anything like that. But she had to admit that for the past few nights she was starting . . . 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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