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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

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The girl in the red gown

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...

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Red Gown

Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...

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Liun

Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...

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Gradually.

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Special Skills

Gradually, Houdini slipped out of his handcuffs. He unshackled his legs and wriggled out of his straitjacket. He was ...

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Genesis

Slowly it built, piece by piece. The atoms of its essence compiling line after line, upwards and outwards, exploding ...

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A Great Morning

"Big wheels keep on turnin'..." Paul's hands beat on the steering wheel in time with Lynyrd Skynrd as he drove down t...

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When I was 12, I went to sea.

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An unexpected sight

When I was 12, I went to sea. I was on my father's ship for 6 months and 4 days when i caught a glimpse of her. I ...

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Oppimaton

When I was 12, I went to sea. Don't ask me which. I don't know. It was sometimes blue, and it was sometimes green. ...

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Sea of Apathy

When I was 12, I went to sea. I went to sea to see the sea. I had yet to see the sea until I was 12. Then the sea I s...

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My Father

I remember when I was a kid. I sat on the edge of my father's car, waiting for him come home from his walks. I would ...

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Soft Mountain

I remember the smell of wet snow on a blinding morning. Squinting through glare and steam. Battleship twigs wobble in...

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America the Bountiful

The winter of 1970 in the Bay Area was not something I ever expected to experience- especially since I was born in 19...

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Vanquished.

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Short for Nothing

Your foundation was laid a long time ago. You said it was always the same, just before. His voice offering up your na...

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Beautiful

Monica Albott had never been beautiful. Sure, she had been cute, pretty even, but never beautiful. She said this ove...

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Morning trouble

Creeping up again. That is what I thought as as I woke up in my nice but dull apartment. The life I had made for myse...

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fascade

He stood outside the castle, looking in. That little fence was all that separated him from the world of imagination....

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Billy was steadfastly unimpressed. "Can we go home now?" he asked. "But, Billy, don't you want to see the top of th...

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True Story

My throat ached from a barrage of overpriced, fried abuse. My voice was hoarse, having spent most of the day screamin...

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Hero · Villain · Goal

Chicken · Road · Reach the other side

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I was twelve years old when I first sat behind the wheel. I was very nervous to drive but as I was very much into car...

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For Want of a Recipe

"Don't you realize you can make a cake WITHOUT any the products of my femininity?" asked the chicken. She fluffed he...

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A chicken's fear

I have anxiety issues okay? I swear every time I come here its the same goddamn thing. All I need is to walk, so I ap...

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The year was 1986.

15 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Mother's Lost Story

The year was 1986 and she was a high school softball star. So young and full of potential. She was beautiful. She had...

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South Louisiana Boy Laments

The year was 1986 and I was 10 years old living in south Louisiana. My family had been living in Louisiana for gener...

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Running

The year was 1986. My home, a typical home in Suburbia, USA. My life, a typical American teenager, filled with angst ...

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Water.

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Power of water.

Where the sun sets, and the wind blows, two girls run across the ocean, having fun with each other. The two girls liv...

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You know how people always use that metaphor of how an iceberg shows a small portion of the story, but the ice travel...

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Space-worthy

If humans are mostly water, what happens when you remove it? This was the idle yet macabre thought that raced throu...

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Taste.

12 stories · started about 15 years ago
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Overcompensation

In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...

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Overcompensation

In the beginning, he tasted like rainwater: salty. Dried sweat around the rim of his mouth, a taste that clung to his...

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Flavors.

I can taste the tingle on my tongue the second it touches. I can smell the sweet/sour, crisp, smell. The food is amaz...

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