| nowhere
| | I was medicated... | | Words: | 5539 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Manhole
| | I dug it. It's only right I should be the one to step, fumbling in the dark, into its... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 01-02-07 |
| Words: | 20 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Spooked
| | If youâ??ve never seen a ghost, I donâ??t recommend you go looking. As a child I crouched in dark corners, sheds and back gardens hoping to witness the paranormal event that would be my awesome secret and... | | Words: | 926 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Outside
| | Memory says you can hear the birds sing. Memory says, the leave are rustling and they sound like... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 01-02-07 |
| Words: | 105 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| An encounter
| | He is not there, you are not here and I have somewhere else to be.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 01-02-07 |
| Words: | 88 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| At peace
| | In the curve of her hand she holds three doves. The first dove is named Pity and has a hooked beak,... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 01-02-07 |
| Words: | 108 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| repeat refrain
| | I am an old woman now living without... | | Words: | 9 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| OUT OF TIME.
| | Oh god oh god oh god. The door is half-closed. My sheets donâ??t touch the floor. I wait; but nothing... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-04-06 |
| Words: | 506 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| miranda
| | cracks her back... | | Words: | 153 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| my street
| | my street... | | Words: | 12 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| One Happy Night
| | She sits at the table by the window, drinking slowly. Momentarily she holds each mouthful waiting on... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 19-01-06 |
| Words: | 1126 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Scratch it
| | My skin,... | | Words: | 19 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| For the Flame - Chapter 3
| | At the place where I am living we have unlimited hot water and very few tenants. I take a plastic... | | Words: | 1318 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| For the Flame - Chapter 1
| | My bedroom floor is red. Interlocking foam tiles from when I was a baby. My parents laid them to protect me and the floor. During the day, with the light, they're pink. At night they become a thick... | | Words: | 1308 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| For the Flame - Chapter 2
| | "Abbey, phone!" Clumsy knocks on my door. Bare feet swung over my bed-side like bait I sip moldy... | | Words: | 1150 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Belonging
| | I belong to a town where all of the women have long flowing hair and carry bags full of flour... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-01-06 |
| Words: | 507 | | Comments: | 14 | | Status: | Public |
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| Flourescent
| | This was a piece of free-writing that I recently rediscovered. It has some interesting ideas I think. I'm just not quite sure what to do with it. I'd love comments about what works in it, what is inte | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 21-12-05 |
| Words: | 724 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| Descent
| | This started out as a radio play. I'm interested in how well it translates to a short, moody prose piece and ideas for how it might be improved. | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 21-12-05 |
| Words: | 465 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Whispers
| | A family photograph. | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 20-12-05 |
| Words: | 1069 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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