| Magpie Mayhem, An Incident in the Garden
| | A flock of Black-Billed Magpies colonized the block in February. A pair moved into our front garden, broke twigs off bare branches, collected dried leaves, the odd scrap of paper, and flew them all up... | | Words: | 879 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Out of Season
| | In spite of the war, the trains haven’t stopped running; and the 10:16 Horsham to Brighton chugs comfortably along towards the sea, occasionally letting off steam. In first-class a young woman... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 28-05-08 |
| Words: | 3391 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Riding Home
| | All across the prairie old gopher holes gape wide open. Collapsed, abandoned for a better address. Clipper avoids them. If he steps in one, his leg will snap like a twig. He avoids sagebrush lately,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 26-05-08 |
| Words: | 2753 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| Liquid Running,Wee Challenge 34
| | Emma pulls up on the reins. Liquid Running slows, turns and trots back along the track. Brian Daley... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 22-05-08 |
| Words: | 129 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Never Too Late
| | Since living alone Vera likes to sit by the window late mornings and watch the happenings up and down the road. She wraps her hands around a mug covered in decorated Christmas trees, one of a set... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 22-05-08 |
| Words: | 3662 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Splinter
| | I'm tickeld pink, this story won Wee Challenge 33 :-)... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 20-05-08 |
| Words: | 193 | | Comments: | 16 | | Status: | Public |
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| Mouse Shadows
| | Wee Challenge 32... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 28-04-08 |
| Words: | 186 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Gymnasium Dreams Wee Challenge 28
| | Danny stared at the clock. Seconds dripped from its face, kept time, counted steps, counted reps.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 09-04-08 |
| Words: | 175 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Public |
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| Lebanese Lady
| | She lies amongst the rubble barely breathing; left for dead.... | | Words: | 137 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Unfair
| | Talents to this one, beauty to that;... | | Words: | 67 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Not This Time, Wee Challenge 30
| | A naked boy, brown, leather pouch tied around his loins, balances on his toes, takes one deep breath... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 25-03-08 |
| Words: | 100 | | Comments: | 11 | | Status: | Public |
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| Diamonds, Wee Challenge 29
| | Charlotte strode in from school, straight to her parents' bedroom. Small, first-grader hands... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 20-03-08 |
| Words: | 198 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| Over Exposure, Wee Challenge 29
| | Stick thin models create a final montage. Then break, to stand inclining like saplings in a grove.... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 19-03-08 |
| Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 9 | | Status: | Public |
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| Meeting at the Station
| | Going Home The night train swayed over the points. Danny gazed at the ceiling from his bunk, unable to sleep, and listened to the clacking of the rails. Thirty-six hours in transit. Thirty-six hours... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 05-03-08 |
| Words: | 354 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Public |
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| Lost on Bolton Market
| | Tantalizing smells: a baseline of sandalwood joss sticks and a top note of vinegar-sprinkled chips,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 05-03-08 |
| Words: | 295 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Real Life, Wee Challenge 26
| | June offered the baby her breast and closed her eyes. Sleep pounced, pulling her back to the Air... | | Flash Fiction | | Updated: | 23-02-08 |
| Words: | 150 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Mismatched Pair
| | They sleep together in the marriage bed... | | Words: | 112 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Wedding
| | The time is fast approaching Only an hour or so left. The bride’s mother is deep in a frenzy, Still trying to do-up her dress. The children are all so excited. Screeching, and running around. All... | | Poetry | | Genre: | humor | | Updated: | 16-01-08 |
| Words: | 381 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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