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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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predator

The earthy smell of autumn leaves surrounded me and stimulated my senses. The crisp crunch of leaves was projected th...

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Some mornings, when the sun rose just right, it was almost like nothing had happened. This was one of those mornings...

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Wind Wind Wind

She ran off into the plants and tall grasses and let her body sway with the wind. She called it her meditation, the o...

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Remembering November.

The building I lived in was old, rusty around the doorknobs, the 14th floor was still half under construction. The we...

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This Building in Reverse

My word muscles are stiff. My writing bones ache. The prose reads like a bruise. I burst bored air through my lips, ...

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Laying Siege

I lay siege to it. This was war and a fast and furious assault seemed the surest course. There was a front to push fo...

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14 stories · started about 16 years ago
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The Payphone

"What's that, Daddy?" James hid a smile behind his hand and answered, "That's a telephone, sweetie. You put money in...

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Meth-talk.

It's ringing. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. STOP it from ringing! Karla never wanted to hear his voice again. Never wan...

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A dry, sandy summer like this one. I had met him just a mile down, by the Shell gas station, his cowboy boots kicking...

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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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Vanquished.

18 stories · started over 15 years ago
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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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Hero · Villain · Goal

Chicken · Road · Reach the other side

8 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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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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He was always a weird kid.

1 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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Words were labels that he had never paticularly enjoyed. Words were lazy, letting you lapse into not thinking about t...

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7 stories · started almost 16 years ago
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mexico

are in me

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The Teleporter, Part 3

Two men entered, wearing respiratory masks. They came over to the register and looked at Martin, who just looked back...

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Forensics

Officer Malone stopped at the doorway of the house. "Do you smell that?" she asked. The rest of the team paused as ...

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Hero · Villain · Goal

Private Morlane · Rooster · Let the regiment sleep

5 stories · started about 16 years ago
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Hero at Midnight

Hero at Midnight No one could remember who among them gave him the name Rooster; probably someone long gone by this ...

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Come To Snuff the Rooster

Private Morlane glanced at the watch that he'd taken off and left on the small table by his cot, rubbing his sleep-we...

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The Regiment Sleeps

Morlane hung his head. At times like these, his emotions were torments of conflict. He was grateful, yes; but he was ...

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