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| Liquid
| | Like fire they fall to my arm, burning, not at all soothing like her voice cracking and whining is... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 08-05-08 |
| Words: | 99 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Last Burst
| | We burst through the door to my room, the bed there, waiting, out of the corner of my eye as we... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 05-05-08 |
| Words: | 262 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Inheritance
| | The front door to my parent’s house doesn’t creak like it used to. Now it’s the squeaking of my wet shoes and the sudden volume change in the rain that stirs life from within the darkness.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-05-08 |
| Words: | 983 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Dry Spell
| | “Stop that,” he says, flipping his phone open, then shut. “Stop what?” she asks, staring at him. “You know what.” “I’m not doing anything,” she says, stretching her arm across... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 01-05-08 |
| Words: | 854 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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