Tag: literature
group name: suddenfiction
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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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March 05, 2007 11:42 AM EST --
The Allergic Reaction
She’s beautiful, this girl, Donna is her name, and I keep eye contact despite the sharp headache it causes, twisting behind my right eyeball. I refuse to look . . . more
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December 14, 2006 06:18 PM EST --
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There is the neighborhood street, and at the end of each driveway is a mailbox, an overflowing trash bin, and a dead Christmas tree slouching against the trash bin. All the Christmas . . . more
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . . more
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July 24, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
The Distance
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she . . . more
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December 27, 2006 04:35 PM EST --
In five minutes, three single girlfriends on New Year's Eve, drinks cool in hand, will each share a new year's resolution. They stand inside their favorite club, bodies forming a triangle. . . . more
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May 18, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
She was playing with the mist. She made balls of smoke and rolled them into the denser mist. Then, she would go in looking for the ball. Each time when she came out with the ball she realized that . . . more
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November 28, 2006 03:48 PM EST --
A LIFE IN FILM
The movie theater was full of people I had never met before. Earlier, after we all marched in and found our seats, I looked behind and thought I recognized a man sitting . . . more
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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May 27, 2008 10:35 PM EDT --
The eye is an abyss. Many who fell in it drowned forever. Many times when the eye blinked the world was drenched in darkness for a few fragments of a second. A black earth. It was an eye that held . . . more
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May 23, 2008 01:17 AM EDT --
"A wonderful way to start would be a dream"
"How 'bout the feeling of being trapped?"
"In a dream?"
"Maybe"
"Sounds more like a writer's . . . more
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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July 12, 2008 11:29 AM EDT --
I used to live by the darkened road that led to the enchanted destinies of a fellow who was lost like a long awaited letter from my lover melting into the storm cutting its way into an alien land where . . . more
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . . more
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August 20, 2008 03:11 AM EDT --
[ On 15th August 1947, India won Independence ]
“There’s always two sides to a gate” his father had told him “and one side’s not equal to the other.”
“There are always two worlds”, he . . . more
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
What had struck me immediately as I walked into the garden was the terrible disassociation I shared with my presence. And perhaps, that accounted for my absence too, from the garden.
Detachment: . . . more
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July 02, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
Each of his stones was impossibility. None of them had the property of visibility. They reflected no colors. Absorbing all. But you always knew that they were there. Some, because you could touch them. . . . more
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June 25, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
The growing up years of Pratti was different from rest of the girls. She had developed a hobby of collecting the corpses of her earlier lives. She even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep . . . more
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May 12, 2008 09:42 PM EDT --
The dream stretched out of his forehead and wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of a day in his life. He became a reverie in there.
When he woke up, the next day, he was no more.
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