Tag: love
group name: suddenfiction
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . . 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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June 08, 2008 11:39 AM EDT --
Lisa stands in the milking shed staring at her father putting the shell and claws of the milking machine on one of the cows. She isn't thinking of the cow or her father; she's thinking of the . . . more
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February 15, 2008 12:06 PM EST --
First of all, I have to say a word or two about being single and unattached on Valentine's Day. It sucks.
Not only does it suck, it isn't a day I can just forget . . . more
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November 11, 2007 04:54 PM EST --
0630
“Everyone up and hit the showers, now.” . . . more
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June 07, 2008 04:53 AM EDT --
Mona sits by the window of the school bus peering out through the mist at the school looking for Lisa. She muses on the kiss in the gym changing room that morning; two more lately on the misted-covered . . . more
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July 23, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
For Chana a response to her impossible mission
*A note about this: I heard the song sung by Laura Nyro and my response is based on the sound of her music and her words. I encourage those . . . more
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April 29, 2007 09:11 PM EDT --
There were no papers in his house. He wrote words on his guitar string. It took him a few years to complete his first novel.
One day, she took his guitar to render his favorite melody. Words from his . . . 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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November 12, 2007 04:14 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica left the refectory after lunch; made her way to the grounds for the twice-daily recreation period. She had been one of the twelve nuns to be chosen to have their feet washed by the . . . more
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August 06, 2008 08:26 AM EDT --
If Adam looks the guy in the face and shrugs, “I don’t know his name, dude,” then no one knows him.
Every other day, he walks into the camping store, itching his grimy scalp with long . . . more
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October 09, 2007 03:00 AM EDT --
At the back of the house by the old stables, Amelia watched North, the young man her husband Aubrey had brought down from London to be footman and chauffeur, wash down the car. Must you go? she had asked, . . . more
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December 23, 2006 09:56 PM EST --
A few colorful lights were stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. But the sun never set on . . . more
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June 13, 2008 01:53 AM EDT --
Goldies O'keefe's Tripping Tea House
John Lennon
Bob Dylan
. . . more
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June 26, 2007 11:59 AM EDT --
Michael O’Brien picked up the coat between finger and thumb; held it aloft.
- Whose coat is this?
- Miss Murphy’s, Leonard Lynch replied.
O’Brien put the coat down on the chair.
- . . . more
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February 06, 2008 04:41 AM EST --
You pause the sewing machine, listen for any sounds other than the machine; there is none. It is oddly silent except for birdsong from the garden. You gaze out of the window in front of you, see the trees, . . . more
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November 15, 2007 04:15 AM EST --
Sister Scholastica entered the church; sat on one of the choir stalls gazing at the Crucified up above the altar. Incense lingered from mass earlier in morning, merging with the smell of old wood and . . . more
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January 29, 2008 05:33 AM EST --
You sit by the window looking at Littleton pruning the roses, the way he bobs up and own, the hat he wears with the feather in the side, the red flush to his face, and this brings a smile to your lips; . . . 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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August 10, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --
Four o’clock in the afternoon, between First Street and Second Street on East Mifflin, a dark green Suburu Forester slowly crawls from driveway to driveway. The driver’s side door remains open . . . more
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