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| The Green Reliance
| | “This room is too green.” The words escape my throat before my teeth can clamp themselves down... | | Words: | 1060 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Wild, Wicked Worker of Words
| | I want to be cool. I want to be the one carrying a gun in my coat pocket, sucking on a smoke and... | | Words: | 255 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Risk Taker
| | It??s a particularly cold evening in this rickety, old, piece of shit house, and my skin is goose... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Fiction | | Updated: | 29-05-07 |
| Words: | 1277 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Brain Tee Vee
| | I close my eyes and I see the world. I see the snow skipping across the wind, blowing through my ribs and the air pockets that lie waiting to be cracked just below my knuckles. I see the clouds fading... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 08-05-07 |
| Words: | 758 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Beefeating Words
| | I sit here, writing my life away, ass getting flat from sitting in this god damn worn out chair. What joy is there in this? Traveling to some fantastical, ethereal land of enchantment and blah, blah,... | | Words: | 521 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| James.
| | James was a man of the streets, knowing what??s best; knowing what??s worst. As a man who lived mostly by the latter, he always carried a hot pistol by his side, hugged tightly between the thin... | | Flash Fiction | | Genre: | Fiction | | Updated: | 01-05-07 |
| Words: | 962 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Daydreams
| | Staring blankly at the worn silver counter, I fail to notice the shuffling footsteps and heavy breathing emanating from the other side of that hypnotically shiny surface before me. This heavy... | | Flash Fiction | | Genre: | Fiction | | Updated: | 01-05-07 |
| Words: | 660 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Crayon on the Carpet
| | ??Wake up, you lazy fool! Are you getting up now?? The voice of a grandmotherly woman echoes through my head. I roll over and stare at the ceiling, the sunlight creating bars of light above me... | | Words: | 653 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| You Failed.
| | I only walked through the door, expecting you to be standing there, but you weren??t. The house was quiet. No television blaring, no sizzling of dinner being prepared, nothing. I wondered where you... | | Words: | 292 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| It's the City Life.
| | Speeding cars and bright lights flicker through a dusty chemical haze. Supe??d up engines roar loud... | | Short Stories | | Genre: | Fiction | | Updated: | 29-04-07 |
| Words: | 1983 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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