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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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Ready or not, here I come

I walked along the flat stones that made up the busy road and let the bustling crowds swallow me whole. My heart poun...

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Trick of the Light

Walking towards the light, the people wondered if they would be provided clothes or would they have to keep walking i...

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The Climax

Gavin was gloating. "Enjoy your final moments, Kevin ... maybe use them to wonder how I found you. Good-bye ..." He ...

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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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On the dotted line

Idyllic farmhouse? Well, appearances can be deceiving, I suppose. If the For Sale sign in front had said, "Abandon a...

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Burning Love

The day it burned down my mother locked herself in her room and wouldn't take any visitors. "Mom, come out of there...

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Sanctuary

The zombies beat upon the door to the church. The flowering vines clung to the brink walls like dead man's fingers, w...

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Malcolm's coo became a cry.

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Where is the Wheel? Where

Malcolm's coo became a cry. The big hands came, to sweep him up, into the dark, cradled, into the big arms. And his c...

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Something in Common

Malcolm's coo became a cry. The child peeked into the cardboard box, vexation clearly etched etched upon his face. "...

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Traffic Light

Malcolm's coo became a cry. It had been hours since we had locked ourselves out of the house but it made no differen...

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Lost, without a hand to hold.

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Lost without him

My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged ag...

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Looking Back

It was such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago. Yet for some reason she had still believed she would know t...

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Lost

When I lost my mother in the store, I was only three years old. I can't remember what happened but I still wake up in...

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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

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The girl in the red gown

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...

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Red Gown

Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...

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Liun

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...

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Swing.

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The death swing

My mind was moving faster than my body. I wanted to play in the swing so bad but my feet weren't moving fast enough. ...

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Missing

I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped over the cobwebs, allowing myself to have a moment of preparation. The swing rock...

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grievously unavoidable

she couldn't do it. her moist, clammy hands clung to the wooden pole with vicious might as she drew in intermittent, ...

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Outnumbered.

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outnumbered

by the time the cops can, I sneaked into an alleyway to avoid the cops but as soon as I ran around the corner of a ra...

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Outnumbered

Outnumbered. Jezebel stands on the ledge, hands fluttering up and down the slick chains. Outnumbered. She tries to br...

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They were outnumbered and they knew it. J'nox lifted his six-shooter as he and his comrades prepared to defend the he...

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Giving in wasn't an option.

12 stories · started about 15 years ago
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My Fantasy

I am looking out the window of my tiny house in Michigan and watching the snow pile up on the road. I won't be going ...

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Reinforcement

Giving in wasn't an option. The first time Ted died he didn't really notice, being in a full on berserk. One of his i...

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Appearances

Giving in wasn't an option, but there was little else she could do. "Ok, ok," she told the young galant with the sh...

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