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Bombs were the last thing on his mind.

11 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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The Question

Bombs were the last thing on his mind. Everyone was hiding under desks, wary of the slightest sound whereas he was w...

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History

Bombs, were the last thing on his mind. Jack turned and spoke " It's funny, that today would have to be the day we be...

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Sales

Bombs were the last thing on his mind. So, when the topic came up, Ben was staring out the window thinking about his ...

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6 stories · started about 16 years ago
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A Modest Birthday

The kids huddled around the tiny bundt cake, sipping juice from their plastic cups. A lone candle burned at the cen...

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Birthday bunker

We have been in the bunker for weeks now sharing a room with me and my five brothers. Its hard to imagine our life be...

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these last little fires

If I were a scientist I would invent a drug, which could bring me back to all of the feelings I was able to experienc...

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When I was 12, I went to sea.

11 stories · started over 15 years ago
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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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Taste.

12 stories · started over 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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6 stories · started almost 14 years ago
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the opening

the grand opening was boring yet it was also very romantic me and my husband had went to the opening because he knew ...

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The Cheater

He looked upwards. My goodness - it was high! What would he feel like under these arched ceilings, dwarfed by the mas...

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No "the"

Arches atop tall pedestals opened into an ample space, magnified by groin vault ceilings. Red brick, scrubbed clean, ...

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I shot my butler.

12 stories · started over 15 years ago
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I Shot My Butler

I shot my butler. He was a mole! I should have known. I'm trained to tell whether someone is lying or not. I'm a secr...

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I shot my butler.

I shot my butler. I never really wanted to though, He was a kind man. It was a week ago, and since then I've been a...

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Twist Endings

"I shot my butler." I threw the manuscript across the room. Grabbed a scotch. No. Wait. Wanted a scotch, grabbed a bo...

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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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The pistol was cocked, ready to go.

12 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Highwayman

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. Aiming at the highway man was easy, pulling the trigger was the problem. I couldn...

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Pull the Trigger

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. “Your turn” she said, as my hands trembled in fear. Why was I here? Who was she? ...

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Denny's

The pistol was cocked, ready to go. I was going to show him. I was angry, no, furious. He cut me off! In this city, t...

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My feet ached, but it was well worth it.

12 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Shrimpy

In the scheme of things, it wasn't a permanent state I was after. Just long enough to get on stage, dance for two min...

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Run.

My hands and feet ache, but it was well worth it. We are nearly there, a couple more hours. Georgie is starving and I...

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Journey with a Cause

My feet ached, but it was well worth it. This is what I said when I completed that trek. The endless days and nights,...

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Absent.

11 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Absent

Absent. The perfect word to describe the situation. Paul and Maria Strickland sat at their kitchen table eating brea...

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Absent

The episodes were getting more frequent. I'd forget where I was. Friends looking at me strangely as I carried on conv...

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Absent Professor

He was absent. Again. The kid would only show up on test days - on which he performed well enough. But that wasn't th...

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