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Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take.

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The Box

Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. They were just sitting there In the box. H...

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Freedom

Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. Nobody knows until they've been in those sh...

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Leaving

Leaving was the easiest decision to make, and the hardest action to take. He'd told his parents he wanted to move out...

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Malcolm's coo became a cry.

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Where is the Wheel? Where

Malcolm's coo became a cry. The big hands came, to sweep him up, into the dark, cradled, into the big arms. And his c...

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Something in Common

Malcolm's coo became a cry. The child peeked into the cardboard box, vexation clearly etched etched upon his face. "...

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Traffic Light

Malcolm's coo became a cry. It had been hours since we had locked ourselves out of the house but it made no differen...

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In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley.

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Bob from Calpfinn

In 1921, he flew to the Great Rift Valley. He came back from the world called Calpfinn. The place where not only ordi...

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listful

In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley to the California shore In 1934, he was spotted near a bank robbery that...

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Biplane

In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley, along the trails left by the ancient Martians, to find the Temple of the...

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The dapper man picked up a penny.

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omeon

A dapper man picked up a penny. He tossed it the air, but it fell. He never caught it. A spankled girl kicked up her ...

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The Teleporter, Part 8

The woman watched Martin run into the snow. She could see him for couple of meters, but the lost him in the snow. Thr...

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The stories rarely stop when the party does. He was not tall, or lean, but he was fashionable. He had the bushiest ...

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Goodnight...

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Protection

Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go... Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go... There's a contentment th...

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The Antithesis

Sleep and you may dream. Remain and you will surely regret the decisions you make in the night. Intermittent car ho...

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A Good Night Turned

"Good night," the bar manager said, as he tapped a stack of bills on their side to even them out. The waitress dumped...

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He was always a weird kid.

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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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I jumped.

21 stories · started over 15 years ago
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Jump

The wind whistled around me, caressing me like i was its lover. Its icy touch leaving trails of fire all over my skin...

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The Fake Suicide

i jumped off the bridge and hit the water. OK, so i didn't judge the height of the bridge or he depth of the water, b...

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Open

You could use a little direction, said Junie to Sam. They were sitting cross-legged in the wood chips on the playgr...

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Knives

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Knives

Knives. Knives. What was she going to use them on next? The silver blades shimmered in the sunlight streaming thro...

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A Walking Arsenal

He was a walking arsenal with knives strapped to his armor at forearms, biceps, chest and back. Two smaller throwing ...

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Knives

That was the last thing she saw. It was headed straight for her chest, a glittering blade, and she saw it in slow-mot...

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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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Gradually.

16 stories · started over 15 years ago
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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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