Tag: flash
group name: suddenfiction
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November 28, 2006 06:53 AM EST --
Yesterday she had a dream about him. He was seen injured and lain unconscious on the stone bench of a park that was seemed familiar to her. He was her classmate in high school. He was always kind . . . more
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December 13, 2006 03:56 AM EST --
The Anesthetist signaled okay. The patient was shifted to the operating table from the amphitheatre. The Junior Doctors waited for the crash-landing of Prof. (Dr.) Narendran, their Department . . . more
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September 21, 2007 08:00 AM EDT --
Would you rather I didn't see? Mae said, standing beside Brand who stood poised holding a gun at Claxton's head. Claxton was sitting in a chair bound by ropes around his arms. Brand‘s hand was . . . more
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December 05, 2006 06:23 AM EST --
IT was raining heavily out side. An unexpected thunderbolt banged. Power went out. Mad winds pounded the doors and windows.
Normally he liked the untamed forces . . . more
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August 21, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
Bonnie remembered the beatings; spankings; the nightly molestations in the dark room; the whispered taunts; drunken rages; head slaps against the walls; the far off calls of her mother downstairs.
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November 29, 2006 01:56 AM EST --
He sat in the Metro train to the airport with a swollen heart. His mind hesitated to give up hope and his eyes scanned each metro station for her.
She was his childhood friend. He met her again . . . more
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December 05, 2006 07:46 PM EST --
Click here to read the short short story Crazy Glue, written by Etgar Keret, an Israeli author of several books, including The Bus Driver Who Wanted To Be God and The Nimrod Flipout. Many of his stories . . . more
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November 04, 2007 02:06 PM EST --
You push your penny in the slot; close it against the crowd outside the door. Why there is always a queue in the ladies lavatory, you have often mused, as you do now, as you disrobe, sit, and stare at . . . more
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September 04, 2007 02:46 AM EDT --
Was that them again? Lucy couldn’t decide. It may just be the mice, she thought. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The sounds seemed like them; the words seemed like theirs. She gripped her hands . . . more
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August 28, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
“My first name is Daniel. I am unable to remember my last name. I am 12 years old. When I was 2 – so I was told – my mother sold me and my twin sister to the Master. I have a very ugly upper lip and he . . . more
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September 02, 2007 03:26 PM EDT --
April would have sent the flowers back with the note scribbled in the green ink across a card stuck inside the wrapped up bunch of irises, but she couldn’t be bothered. What the heck if the guy wants . . . more
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May 14, 2007 11:40 AM EDT --
I open my groggy eyes. The light above me stings them like a thousand daggers shooting into my brain. I squint looking around as best as I can. How did I get into this mess? The thought whirls around in . . . more
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July 03, 2007 03:12 PM EDT --
"He's having a stroke!"
Each word was like a long, sharp needle sticking into Gary's brain. He lay motionless, dead on the emergency room table staring at the light shining down into . . . more
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August 31, 2007 03:22 AM EDT --
Louise sat on the desk with the typewriter close to her leg; her elbow resting on the top of it; a pencil in her hand, looking down at the sheet of paper that Louis had her write. Louis stood looking . . . more
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August 26, 2008 04:30 AM EDT --
“Can you handle it?” he used to ask me.
I used to look him straight into the eyes and answer with a confidence based on nothing but my own pride “Of course I can!”
Of course I had no idea whether I . . . more
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May 26, 2007 03:48 AM EDT --
“He has pierced my side with His lance of love,” said Sister Francis, “He counts my bones with His holy hands. None sees my wound; none knows of my constant pain. The cloister is my Golgotha, . . . more
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December 20, 2006 11:39 PM EST --
They’re fighting again. Tonight is a little worse than most. He’s already hit her more than a couple of times. They don’t notice me. Why would they, they’re so focused on their . . . more
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November 02, 2007 07:08 AM EDT --
Sister Scholastica sipped the wine from the glass on the refectory table. Tongue tipped; felt the juice; remembered past and time; the taste rinsed down. Held the glass; peered at the distorted images; . . . more
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April 25, 2008 03:15 PM EDT --
One morning as she got out of the shower, Rosina saw her maternal grandmother sitting on the lavatory seat, rolling a cigarette between nimble fingers, wearing a green two-piece suit, a pair of high-heeled . . . more
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May 02, 2007 07:05 AM EDT --
He dreamt of a reincarnation on the exact day that he was to die. And it was exactly after he woke up from the dream, restless, that he realized that he was about to die. The only thing he couldn't . . . more
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