Tag: fiction
group name: themeltingpot
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February 27, 2008 10:19 PM EST --
The night in Bellagio, Las Vegas was still young and the woman sitting across the room in white, silk blouse and blue, crinkled skirt was younger and definitely interested. Her look said it . . . more
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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 . . . more
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March 10, 2008 07:27 PM EDT --
I just got done reading "True Notebooks" by Mark Salzman. A published writer stuck on a juvenile delinquent character in a book he is writing approaches a friend that teaches writing . . . more
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August 22, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 01, 2007 03:11 PM EDT --
“The Wellington Fiasco”
Ms. Wellington’s newly built palatial dwelling was quite the conversation piece for the neighbors of Pellstone Drive. Its stellar . . . more
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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September 19, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
"So? How's the addiction going?" She's my daughter and she believes that the ripe old age of thirty-eight allows her to tell me what to do. . . . more
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May 22, 2008 06:04 PM EDT --
She knew she was in trouble the day her husband died. She hadn't planned on that unexpected twist. If anyone knew her life, REALLY knew her life...on first observation they would see his . . . more
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October 11, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
Certainly it was him, the man that I came to talk to. His posture was almost dignified despite his shabby tee-shirt and grubby jeans. His sandy blond hair was long and unkempt yet his face was surprisingly . . . more
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January 02, 2007 08:08 PM EST --
(This is one of the chapters to a book I started a few years ago, and put aside for awhile. To give you a bit of background, Arianna has been drugged, kidnapped, and was put on the auction block. . . . more
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January 26, 2008 02:52 PM EST --
400 miles away, my friend was talking to me online. Trying to give me a shoulder to lean on. Trying to help me with my insecurities and problems, trying to help me with my feelings of loneliness . . . more
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December 05, 2006 09:04 AM EST --
She sat with him at the bar. Hours had passed since they had first walked in, and she had been worried about the time. Two pitchers later, she no longer cared. After all, nobody seemed . . . more
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December 08, 2006 09:44 PM EST --
Bridget said, "Do it."
Do what?
She often confused me that way. Giving orders, making assertions, delivering pronouncements with no clear beginning. Or end for that matter. They arrived . . . more
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May 21, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
One whole year after the outbreak and the doctors are still watching us. They live apart, even posting guards. What are they afraid of? Only half of them survived their vaccine. . . . more
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February 23, 2008 09:03 AM EST --
From behind stage, the noise inside the club seemed oddly restrained. In all of the concert footage that Brad had seen, the crowd was always screaming, pumping, and anticipating. They were like the backup . . . more
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July 01, 2007 10:53 AM EDT --
He watched her from his window overlooking the parking lot just as he watched her every single night. She would walk to her car, fiddle with her keys, look around a bit nervously, open the door and . . . more
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January 11, 2007 03:06 AM EST --
In the sixth month, on the sixth day, of every sixth year, ol’ Satan plays his meanest trick on the unfortunate people of Gaska. This one day of Panaricka Month, as it was . . . more
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May 14, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
"Now what I want is, Facts." Dr. Norman said to the team of specialists. "What do we know about this virus?
"Very little Doctor," Selma Young responded. We . . . more
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