Tag: short short story
member name: maria (lurking in the shadows of the night) B.
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December 30, 2007 05:09 AM EST --
"Have you ever wished you could go back and change an event in your past" Corey asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Jerry the bartender at the White Horse Inn wiped glasses as he listened to the stranger. . . .
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April 07, 2008 06:02 AM EDT --
The sparkling flow of water drew Bill like a magnet. The snow capped mountain and the kaleidoscope of trees in all their autumn glory reflecting in the crystal clear water. This had always been home to . . .
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February 10, 2007 10:57 PM EST --
Annie Black was six years old. A pretty girl with dark black hair that sat on her shoulders, a rosy pink complexion and deep blue eyes. She was the youngest of six children. She lived in a housing commission . . .
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October 22, 2007 09:08 PM EDT --
Too many jack-o-lanterns and cornstalk scarecrows stretched across the sprawling backyard as Sylvia entered through a back gate and made her way towards the house. She counted thirteen lanterns and twelve . . .
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November 05, 2007 04:25 AM EST --
“My dear Mrs. Pemberton, hello!” Captain Williams said as he answered the door to her insistent knocking. “Won’t you please come in?”
“Good morning Jeffrey’ . . .
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October 12, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
The flowers lay spread on the table. Ted knew they were Elaine's favourites. She had always had a love for daffodils, snowdrops and bluebells and he added tulips and roses as well. How else was he . . .
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October 08, 2007 03:25 AM EDT --
Mmm. okay. I don't write romance, come to think of it, i try not to read romance either. I would much rather something with BITE! hope you enjoy this little tale I wrote just for . . .
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September 15, 2008 02:08 AM EDT --
Slipping silently through the outstretched branches, he hugged the rough bark. Taking deep breaths, he kept a wary eye while he reloaded the gun. Twigs snapped somewhere in the distance and . . .
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January 09, 2007 06:23 AM EST --
Imagination is one of the greatest gifts a child could have. Here is a short piece that I have written as I remember when I was a child.
“Goodnight”my mother whispered as she put me . . .
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February 06, 2007 06:26 PM EST --
Anna and Hans Schmidt sat in the small lounge room of their flat going over the plans they had made. The news they had received a couple of weeks before had bowled them over. It wasn’t supposed to . . .
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July 30, 2008 10:49 PM EDT --
Winston inhaled deeply, trying to identify the scent tickling his senses. His mind was still numbed by the effects of the empty whisky bottle that lay beside him. It had become a ritual, hunting by day . . .
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January 21, 2008 06:27 AM EST --
Sam's shadow fell silently across the gravestone. His usually bright blue eyes were dulled by the pain behind them and a sorrow which he never believed possible tore deep into his heart. They had . . .
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September 28, 2008 04:12 AM EDT --
Sounds of muffled laughter came from behind the closed doors. Susannah placed her brief case beside the coat stand in the hallway and made her way towards the living room. She was exhausted and tired . . .
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