| Constructing A Master
| | “Tell me how you did it.”... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-04-08 |
| Words: | 623 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| Aubrey
| | He sat at the table, obviously older than the other children sitting around him eating the morning... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 16-12-06 |
| Words: | 580 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Forever Baby. (a work in progress)
| | Trevor smiles and rubs his hands together happily like a fly who has just landed on a half eaten... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 27-03-06 |
| Words: | 246 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| My Dad's Gravel Road
| | "Hello?" "Hello. My name is Maryanne. I'm your Dad's nurse. The O.R. called and he'll be going down for surgery now." "What? When? Do I have time to make it there before they take him in?" "How long... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-11-08 |
| Words: | 2252 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Breathless
| | Fingers dug not painfully deep, but deep enough to get wetness spread around and to feel their... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 13-04-08 |
| Words: | 2061 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Drug Store Indians
| | I walked into the drug store today and I smelled something at the door. Something that was supposed... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 15-11-06 |
| Words: | 291 | | Comments: | 17 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Reserve is Imploding
| | The reserve is imploding. Caving in on itself. There are flashes of brilliance in the sunlight... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-02-06 |
| Words: | 1097 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Coming Home
| | go to work every day with the morning rush hour commute and come home the same way. I look around me... | | Words: | 487 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Remembering
| | I had an older cousin call me Lainie. I always remember that name when Im out and about doing my business. Sadly, the person who gave me that name has passed on to a better existence. As I walked up... | | Words: | 547 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Hey I am not you!
| | "Hey, I am not you!" I want to say that to everyone that tells me everything is going to be okay. I... | | Words: | 198 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Dead Fish
| | These cold dead hands... | | Words: | 43 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sliders!
| | "What are sliders?"... | | Words: | 64 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Cleansing
| | I can hear myself... | | Words: | 66 | | Comments: | 13 | | Status: | Public |
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| Faith
| | Can you see... | | Words: | 37 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Pierced
| | 3 Years old and not a moment too soon... | | Words: | 184 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Sweet Saints
| | Oh, sweet saints... | | Words: | 73 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Keys
| | I stood up to leave and watched him hang his keys on their holder by the door. Black plastic square... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 06-05-08 |
| Words: | 125 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Wrong Turn
| | The bagpipes eerily broke the silence in the late afternoon sun. Its’ high-pitched notes bringing... | | Words: | 202 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Liquid
| | “Every hundred drops of rain and a hundred more are not equal to the kisses I want to give you... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 08-05-08 |
| Words: | 126 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Passion's Path
| | She licked the bright red Popsicle slowly and sensuously.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 11-06-08 |
| Words: | 126 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Little Problem
| | The envelope crinkled and another rip on the edge formed.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 11-06-08 |
| Words: | 126 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Excess Baggage
| | He was two and a half and his nickname was Zero.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 03-07-08 |
| Words: | 178 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fortress
| | The last phone call was still ringing in my head as I rushed to put away dishes, cups, glasses.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 03-07-08 |
| Words: | 176 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Hope
| | He stumbled and straightened himself. Struggling to keep his gait even in the frozen bumpy trail left on the sidewalk by thousands of feet stamping, and trudging through to their destinations. As I... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 13-04-08 |
| Words: | 533 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Departures
| | I knocked on the door and my son poked his head out, “Hi Mom”.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 28-04-08 |
| Words: | 59 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Warnings/Departures
| | “All Indians should be sent back to their reserves.”... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 28-04-08 |
| Words: | 65 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Warning
| | He opened his eyes, slowly coming to his senses.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 30-04-08 |
| Words: | 59 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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