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| Ugliness
| | Charred, scarred, molten... | | Words: | 110 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Derailed
| | A sour-sweet stench of cologne, coffee, tobacco and sweat hung in the stale air of the packed Toronto-bound train. Seats scarred with footmarks and cigarette burns braced themselves for another day of... | | Words: | 2417 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Day the Men Went Blind
| | Somewhere in the not too distant future, in a hospital in a small southern town, a child enters the world. He makes his entrance effortlessly, almost gracefully, precisely at midnight. To those who... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 30-04-08 |
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| | “We’ve got to stop,” she said. “I know,” he said, but both of them knew it would happen... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 25-04-08 |
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| | You weaned me. At least, you thought you did. At first you came every day, your arms laden with gifts: Swiss chocolate, a crimson robe, shiny useless baubles. You told me stories about last week, when... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 25-04-08 |
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