Tag: short story
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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March 03, 2008 05:06 PM EST --
(Fictional story, yet based on my own experience. How easily the prejudicial hateful words of a parent can affect a young girl's self esteem)
Hannah sat on the sofa looking . . . more
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October 02, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
No one can visualize the things that I, Pierre, have to do in a days work. I am no ordinary cat nor from a special home, or am I a slimy alley cat of disreputable . . . 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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October 16, 2007 12:08 AM EDT --
I only have one complaint about Gather....I joined different groups to be able to write articles, stories, or related material pertaining to a specific group. I want to be able to read and comment on Childhood . . . more
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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 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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October 18, 2007 09:47 PM EDT --
Mama was sleeping on the couch and a strange noise came from her mouth every time she breathed in. The big people call it snorking I think. She has bad breath too, whew! I wasn’t sleepy . . . more
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June 16, 2007 12:54 AM EDT --
The Seeker
Moonja wept in pain, the pain of a broken heart and crushed spirit. Never had she felt this piercing pain. . . . more
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October 04, 2007 10:42 AM EDT --
The tide of being ebbed and flowed upon Anna and Nicholas's shores. The sands of different times . . . 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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October 02, 2007 05:45 PM EDT --
The sun had barely risen above the crest of the darkened mountains and one could see that . . . more
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July 06, 2007 01:41 PM EDT --
Fear of Time
For three nights in a row it had happened, and Dana was a bit scared. She wasn't into superstition or anything like that. But she had to admit that for the past few nights she was . . . more
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October 02, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
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March 21, 2008 07:26 AM EDT --
Olga wished she had not search amongst her husband's papers and books, then she would not have found the letter stuck between two pages of Lev's copy of Das Capital. She'd only flicked open . . . more
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October 02, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
The tide of being ebbed and flowed upon Anna and Nicholas's shores. The sands of different times and . . . 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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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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February 29, 2008 08:20 PM EST --
A pretty much true story.
"What the hell." Squirelly said to himself, "There's nothing else to do." So he called up Jim and got out the John boat. The sun was hot, the beer . . . more
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