Tag: short
group name: writerscove
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July 19, 2007 12:24 PM EDT --
Emily slowly twirled the handle of the chipped teacup around until the smooth, unbroken part of the rim faced her. She reached for the fragile handle. Her once delicate fingers gnarled with arthritis could . . . more
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March 20, 2008 12:23 PM EDT --
When Bev heard the front door open and shut, she called down the stairs, "Did you bring the mail?"
A gust of cold air raced past her and she shivered. Winter had lasted too long this year. . . . more
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July 18, 2008 01:09 AM EDT --
As the road curved she was Sonia—again—thinking in Russian, unaware of this equivocal fact. For it was that the barriers of language fell within the walls of her mind. She . . . more
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February 15, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
This is one of my short stories - the one that did very well for me in last year's university writing competition, actually .... was talking with lynn a. this morning about how much I loved . . . more
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May 13, 2008 04:17 PM EDT --
"Now what I want is, facts," said Tilda. "None of this storybook crap for me." She dropped her cigarette, and crushed it with her shoe
"Stories . . . more
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April 16, 2008 10:12 PM EDT --
Twirling another tube, "Here you'll luv this one honey" she purred revealing the bright pink. "Camilla. Our newest Spring color. Simply a must have, and perfect for . . . more
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April 17, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Lou buried his head in the pillow. The mosquito wasn't so easily fooled. The buzz sliced back and accelerated into his right ear this time. He slapped at it, hammering his ear. He tried to shake out . . . more
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November 29, 2007 08:18 PM EST --
[This is an excerpt from the NaNoWriMo novel in a month challenge. This chapter has not been edited yet.]
Chapter 4 - Mr. Quigley's List
(This is a tale about an English town . . . more
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May 28, 2008 09:49 AM EDT --
This wino was dumpster-diving in the alley, brittle and bent like a dead plant. Not unusual.
Mrs. Darcy always goes out before daylight to water her red geraniums. . . . more
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August 27, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Carolyn stepped back onto the cool grass. The black silk of her skirt swished against the blades.
“Mommy…can we go now?” came a quiet voice. . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . . more
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November 15, 2007 07:21 PM EST --
“AIR FORCE ONE”
© Barbra L.
Cl air e and Montcl air Stevens were on their way to LaGuardia . . . more
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November 25, 2007 07:34 PM EST --
“Nana’s Fur row ed B row ”
by
Barbra L.
Katie excitedly wheel bar row ed Nana’s special dirt to the flower . . . more
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April 05, 2008 01:48 PM EDT --
Welcome Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this story.
"I've got brown sandwiches and green sandwiches - it's either very new cheese or very old meat." . . . more
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January 30, 2008 03:15 PM EST --
The plane was half full out of Atlanta; I took the empty last seats on the wide side, stretched into a loose question mark across the three narrow spaces, and snoozed. A mark of . . . more
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January 30, 2008 01:23 PM EST --
[readers, this was published on gather in response to a "first line" challenge. thanks for your consturctive criticism. I have implemented many of the suggestions, changed the verb tense, . . . more
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April 24, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
As mentioned in this article I entered both of our writing contests at school .... I won the Poetry prize, which shocked the heck out of me... honestly thought my short story was the one that would/should . . . more
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August 27, 2007 08:05 PM EDT --
Carl whiffled through life like a novice careener of the seas!! He was as reckless as an inexperienced gambler who played the baccarat game for fun instead of money. The carapaces from which he . . . more
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July 19, 2008 02:32 AM EDT --
We meet in Dewey Decimal 863: I introduce you to Cortázar's Hopscotch .
We hunt around. A safari in the stacks. And then a cup of coffee.
You buy a rose, and dinner.
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