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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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5 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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A Walk

I step back and look. It seems complete. Ms. Johnson comes over and looks at it. She barely glances before saying, "...

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Staring at a New Reflection

He stared at his reflection in the water for a long moment. He studied his eyes (the same dark brown that they had al...

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Rainbow World

The world was so close to perfect, he hated having to point out the flaws to the designer. It was his least favorite ...

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11 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Speak When Spoken To

"What the hell happened here?" The man in the blue button up military coat came up to the wreck. He wore a hat on his...

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Memory

I saw the thing. It was preserved in the glass case, the only one of its kind. So faithfully had the curators touched...

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Whoops

"Well shit, that didn't work," the conductor said. He walked around the wreckage, pulling out passengers. Women, mos...

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There was blood on my pillow.

15 stories · started over 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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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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Lost, without a hand to hold.

20 stories · started about 15 years ago
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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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Swing.

16 stories · started over 15 years ago
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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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5 stories · started almost 14 years ago
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The Gay Hero

As Thomas was smoking in an alleyway, he heard a scream. He walked out of the alleyway slowly, being observant of his...

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Mistake

The old trash can on Drake and Washington avenue was the witness to the biggest mistake of George's life. Sadly, he t...

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Drake Street

I waited on the corner of Drake Street and Something. I shielded my eyes from the bright gray to see the paintings on...

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3 stories · started almost 15 years ago
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Good for her.

It was her masterpiece. Jutting out of the water, everyone around could see what she'd created - what *she* had crea...

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The Party Crasher

His dive, performed in front of the small, half-drunk dinner party, was perfect in his mind. He'd had a few martinis ...

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Chain Mail Ponderings

For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at the picture. It was... gorgeous, sure. The colors were somewhat exaggerat...

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The daring were punished.

13 stories · started about 15 years ago
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The daring were punished. Oh, how they were punished. For their transgression of assumption: public mockery. For thei...

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The daring were punished. It seemed almost contradictory, but that was how They wanted it. Ever since the capital-t-...

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Elusive Dream

"What are you laughing about Jes?", inquired Sally. "I just had the most wonderful dream", replied Jes. "Can you ...

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