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Pirate with a Wooden Leg · Woodpecker · Float to Shore

4 stories · started almost 17 years ago
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The storm had blown over, but not before it had blown over his ship, along with all of his crew. The captain always w...

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The Pecker

So close, yet so far. Matey the Pirate never understood the phrase until these last few days of his life. The woodp...

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Mirage

The waves were bigger than she'd ever seen before. They were not waves tonight. They were destructive bombs, pulveriz...

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In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley.

11 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Bob from Calpfinn

In 1921, he flew to the Great Rift Valley. He came back from the world called Calpfinn. The place where not only ordi...

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listful

In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley to the California shore In 1934, he was spotted near a bank robbery that...

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Biplane

In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley, along the trails left by the ancient Martians, to find the Temple of the...

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The dapper man picked up a penny.

19 stories · started about 15 years ago
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omeon

A dapper man picked up a penny. He tossed it the air, but it fell. He never caught it. A spankled girl kicked up her ...

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The Teleporter, Part 8

The woman watched Martin run into the snow. She could see him for couple of meters, but the lost him in the snow. Thr...

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Too Many Nights End This Way

The stories rarely stop when the party does. He was not tall, or lean, but he was fashionable. He had the bushiest ...

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13 stories · started about 16 years ago
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Heartbeat

Beatirix shuddered as a cold wind whipped across the stage, and she clasped her hat tightly to her head. Stage fright...

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The Teleporter, Part 2

"Hello?" There was nothing on the other end of the line but silence. "Hey, can you here me? Is anyone there?" Martin ...

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the dress

me and my sister have always been fighting. scince the day we could walk we always fought untill now. we were walking...

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There was blood on my pillow.

15 stories · started about 15 years ago
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That all wrapped up nicely

"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...

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Blood On My Pillow.

There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...

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Terror In Their Midst

Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...

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10 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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The Little Leader

"Why did I have to dress up as Napoleon?" Billy thought as he entered the Halloween party. His friends were dressed ...

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Henry was here

Once upon a time there was little man whom no-one believed. His name was Henry, and he loved to go to parties. But wh...

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I waited for her, all night long I stood there waiting. As the crowd dissipated, I was left erect and waiting. I make...

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Violinist · Cat · Desert Island Concert

6 stories · started almost 17 years ago
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daytime dream

about 6 years ago, at the time I firstly thought about study in UK. So I prepare the ielts in Shanghai. When I finish...

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Letter from a Desert Island

He opened the letter from his cousin, reluctantly breaking open the blue air-mail envelope. Who uses old-fashioned sn...

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Walking and Thinking

The rain pounded on his jacket and head like furious warriors attempting to break the city's gates. His paced quick...

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The pistol was cocked, ready to go.

12 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Highwayman

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...

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Pull the Trigger

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...

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Denny's

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...

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6 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Remembering November.

The building I lived in was old, rusty around the doorknobs, the 14th floor was still half under construction. The we...

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This Building in Reverse

My word muscles are stiff. My writing bones ache. The prose reads like a bruise. I burst bored air through my lips, ...

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Laying Siege

I lay siege to it. This was war and a fast and furious assault seemed the surest course. There was a front to push fo...

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6 stories · started over 12 years ago
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Growing Potential

The young woman stood in the garden, clutching a bunch of dead flowers. "This place needs a LOT of work," she thoug...

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My dad and I

I've love photography ever since my father got me into it a few years ago. It would be hard to fill in his shoes. Aft...

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Marriage

I clutched onto the flowers. Today was the day. I am only 19 but I am getting married right now. My father was a rich...

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