Tag: fiction
group name: firsttimewriters
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April 01, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
At the request of another Gather member, one of my contacts, I'm placing this warning to anyone about to read. This drabble was written for week 8s theme, with the intent to bring one of the stories . . .
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September 02, 2008 10:22 AM EDT --
Pain
He hurts.
Alone in bed,
late at night; always pain.
Can't move, can't turn, this can't be right.
He must keep fighting, can't give up the fight. . . .
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March 05, 2007 06:09 PM EST --
This short short story is based on the poem, "Billy Talbot", by Ed Nudelman.
Plato chases the ground hog under the deck, shoves his snout in against the edging and claws at . . .
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March 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
The Inn, if you could call the dilapidated building any such thing, was covered in moss and looked ready to tumble. Sean eyed it critically "What a shit hole". I swung a leg over my saddle and . . .
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May 06, 2008 03:17 AM EDT --
I'll Survive!
I truly thought it would be an unexpected pleasure when we bumped into each other after all these years. You wanted a second chance and after all our secrets kept , I was . . .
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October 14, 2007 02:27 PM EDT --
Chapter 3
Far Away From Home
The sound of the alarm clock rang in Charity's ears as she smashed her hand on the off button. It was four a.m. a time which was earlier than she would . . .
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November 22, 2007 01:47 PM EST --
“The Menu”
Marcella Winston had come from Argentina to the United States this past spring of 2007, to serve as the head . . .
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June 26, 2007 12:39 AM EDT --
There was once an eight year old girl who wasn't pretty. She wore thick glasses so heavy they rubbed sores on her nose where they sat. The other kids called her four eyes. She had long, stringy red . . .
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October 29, 2008 12:30 PM EDT --
Your book is published, either by a traditional publisher, or a POD publisher, now what? How do we build a reader base? How do we get our name out there? Even if you don’t have . . .
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July 26, 2007 02:20 AM EDT --
Family,Love,Romance,Religion,Politics,Thriller & Science fiction.
Name & Story line. 1) UNIVERSAL LOVE. The New Religion. . . .
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June 01, 2008 03:39 PM EDT --
Here is a listing of contests that I am compiling regarding various art forms. I am not making a career out of this but as I come across contests I will update it for the year. Deadlines fall within this . . .
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September 08, 2007 11:27 PM EDT --
Chapter 2
The Beginning and Ending of Summer Vacation
Charity Evans tapped her fingers on her desk waiting anxiously for the final bell to ring. After a long day of classes it was almost time . . .
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March 16, 2008 03:17 PM EDT --
The Island
When the fog finally lifted Charity found herself drifting toward the most beautiful beach she had ever seen. The pure white sand stood out brilliantly against the teal blue of the ocean. . . .
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April 01, 2008 04:11 PM EDT --
The Castle in the Mountain
The room had a darkness unlike any other. It was not only dark, but it felt like all the light in the world was gone never to return. The room also had a strange absence . . .
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September 08, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
Chapter 1
The Letter
Mrs. Amelia Evans sat alone in the dark room gazing out the window. The angry sea crashed against the rocks below spraying its white foam against the . . .
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November 28, 2007 08:18 PM EST --
“Borrowed Time”
Beneath the row s of tall standing pines reaching toward the heavens, sat a lone spar row on a twig sticking out from the underg row th. Its nar row . . .
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March 26, 2007 08:48 PM EDT --
As the bright blood red half sun began to rise and flood the small sand block building with sunlight like high tide, Vilov sat in front of the map wrack sifting through hundreds of maps. Vilov sat . . .
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January 30, 2007 11:44 PM EST --
Crique is welcomed, always. ~ Marilyn
"Honey, you can't go; you're too young.", I told her.
"But Mom, all my friends are going! You HAVE to let me go too." She sighed and . . .
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August 27, 2007 05:53 PM EDT --
Carolyn stepped back onto the cool grass. The black silk of her skirt swished against the blades.
“Mommy…can we go now?” came a quiet voice. . . .
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October 01, 2008 05:10 AM EDT --
Cracked Cup
I'd seen the cracked cup on my grandma's diningroom table, painstakingly glued together, for years. Nobody, and I mean nobody used it, but from time to time, it was filled with . . .
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