| Something about a Saturday (Ch.3)
| | The next morning, or just later that day, I woke up parched, my head throbbing. Keziaâ??s kitchen... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-08-07 |
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| Something about a Saturday (Ch.2)
| | It was Saturday again. Sleeping until eleven, I got up long enough to throw myself on the couch and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-08-07 |
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| Something about a Saturday (Ch.1)
| | Looking over my shoulder into my bedroom my eyes ached as the sunlight was leaking in through the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 24-08-07 |
| Words: | 1971 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Beach Dream (2)
| | He found himself in a graveyard, of all places. Walking around, without asking questions and merely accepting what he saw around him, he started looking at the headstones without searching for... | | Words: | 1788 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| 27 seconds to say goodbye (the responce)
| | Sometimes I wish I was simple, living in a simple time. My grandparents met when they were 18 and 19 and got married at the same age. Two months later, he was sent off to war, to fight the Japanese in... | | Words: | 510 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Generation, stop!
| | Trying and vying to scrawl our names in time's wall we're all just on our way to some early grave and life's just a stop along the way. I'm dreaming of careening into some kind of something screaming... | | Words: | 370 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| armored beetle (2)
| | The Beetle the armored beetle walks, teetering and tottering, along the uneven path. he's trying to stay balanced, and trying to keep himself moving. it's very hard for him to constantly be carrying... | | Words: | 460 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| an invitation (edit 2)
| | i am far far away, in a land all my own where no one is there to ask me "why" and there aren't any answers because there are no longer questions... death is the safest hiding place... sooner or later... | | Words: | 361 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| for loving a statue (revised)
| | Chipping away at her porcelain skin, he pauses to look at his past work. Months he has spent on this job, endlessly beating at the outside of the figure. Yet there's nothing there; no traces of the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 04-05-06 |
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| the cafe dream
| | A Café Dream... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 29-04-06 |
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