Tag: life
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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February 29, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
She stared into the heavy soup pot as she slowly stirred. Hypnotized by the colorful array of vegetables as they swirled around and around, she felt a desperation inside that was coming to a . . . 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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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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January 15, 2007 08:09 AM EST --
Some time ago, a woman with a gun in her hand demanded of me and my companions that we provide good reasons why life is worth living. Otherwise she was going to terminate us.
I thought to myself: "This . . . 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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April 28, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Alberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his . . . more
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August 22, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
It was so hot the pavement was steaming, and the little girl was sorry she had not put her shoes on before leaving the house. Jane hopped along, bare feet burning, as she tried to get to the . . . more
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January 15, 2007 07:29 AM EST --
My companions and I are in some kind of a building and strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Every time we open a door to some room, the room and the things in it have changed. People try . . . more
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April 15, 2008 03:29 AM EDT --
Tessa stirred, lifted her head from the pink pillow, saw bright daylight coming through the gap in the yellow curtains. What day is it? Saturday. Good. No rush. Can lay here for a while. She laid her . . . more
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June 05, 2008 08:22 PM EDT --
Dedicated to all going through dark and testing times within and without. You are pure love, pure light, fragrant as a rose in your inward being. Love is eternal. Believe.
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January 01, 2007 12:38 AM EST --
When children would dig holes into the sand on the shore, he had started digging a hole into the sky. It ran piercing the air above his head. As his head grew higher, so did the hole. On the end of the . . . more
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July 08, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Maxine and Max got in late, plonked themselves down on the blue stained sofa, and stared at the turned off TV. The baby sitter came in from the kitchen. The kids are asleep, not a peep out of them. Max . . . more
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . . more
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July 15, 2007 09:03 AM EDT --
Elisabeth uncertain whether eight or nine months. Seems an age she mused. Felt stomach. Hands moved over swollen bulge. Eyes looked over the hands moving. Sighed. Coldness bit into bone and flesh. Hands . . . more
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December 17, 2007 04:50 AM EST --
Nellie stirred the soup; tried not to listen to Mrs Tard, the cook, moan from over by the sink. The soup was bubbling slowly; she could smell the onions. The large wooden spoon seemed heavy after a while; . . . more
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July 10, 2008 02:44 PM EDT --
They sat outside a restaurant on the Champs Elysées drinking, smoking and talking. And I said to this creep if you don't take your hand of my butt, I'll break all your fingers one by one. . . . more
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January 15, 2007 08:34 AM EST --
My companions and I realise suddenly that we are actually in the world of the dead.
We walk towards an open-air market that has many different stalls and see a newspaper headline about a boy from Titanic . . . more
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January 02, 2007 10:04 AM EST --
Slowly, his life became denser than the graveyards. Not 'til the recent times did the townsfolk notice that the gravestones growing out of the grasses were more in number than the flowers in the grave. . . . more
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September 16, 2007 01:25 AM EDT --
She entered the world of muteness as if she had just stepped into glass.
It was, once again, like her childhood. In those days a few gypsies used to come and stay in a place close to their country-house. . . . more
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