Tag: story
group name: fictionaddiction
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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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May 01, 2006 10:01 AM EDT --
It was a hot summer day when I found the letter lying on the ground. It was an ordinary day, filled with grocery shopping, errands, and picking the kids up from school. And when I picked up the piece . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EDT --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . . 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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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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June 12, 2008 12:51 AM EDT --
I'd like to recommend the sweetest love story on Gather: Sweetheart Pie by Jenn K.
I have been enjoying each chapter, waiting eagerly for the next installment.
The story is about . . . 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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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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January 01, 2008 10:50 AM EST --
Five years ago I wrote the following:
January 1, 2003
Earlier this morning I read an article about writing from our deeper consciousness. The author talked of how . . . more
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February 29, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
She stared into the heavy soup pot as she slowly stirred. Hypnotized by the colorful array of vegetables as they swirled around and around, she felt a desperation inside that was coming to a . . . 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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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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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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November 15, 2007 01:53 PM EST --
Welcome Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this story.
"There was . . . more
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March 12, 2008 03:52 AM EDT --
Welcome Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this story.
"THE year 's at the spring,/ And day 's at the morn,/ Morning 's at seven;/ The hill-side 's . . . more
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