Tag: stories
member name: Kate Keeley
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April 24, 2008 12:40 AM EDT --
Cole tossed a handful of dirt. It landed in Myra's hair, and she slapped his hand. His squeals made her head throb. "Shut up!" Myra fell back on the grass. She flung an arm over her face. . . .
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April 06, 2008 01:59 AM EDT --
The hypnotist reviewed my chart--necessarily devoid of eights.
"Eights make my neck constrict," I said. "Sometimes I faint."
"Tell me about Alex," she said.
"We're . . .
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April 14, 2008 11:50 PM EDT --
When Brad explained what he wanted, I said, "Bring her."
He'd seen so much death.
But the day before our wedding--no Brad, fear gnawing at my stomach... I wished I'd told him to . . .
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March 10, 2008 09:13 PM EDT --
I stared at the green tux.
"Isn't it divine?" Natalie smiled.
My bride-to-be had picked a tuxedo that matched my future mother-in-law's bedroom carpet. I imagined starting married . . .
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March 23, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
Moldy Bread Rag
Our stories get fuzzy, but don't go stale
I leaned over Greg's shoulder while he typed. "You can't write that."
"Why not? It's semi-sensational." . . .
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April 02, 2008 12:05 AM EDT --
"Hey," Jackie says. "It's Friday. It's five o'clock. It's time to leave."
I nod. "I just have to send this email to my boss."
"Bon Jovi. Front . . .
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March 17, 2008 10:38 PM EDT --
"Where's the rent?" Mr. Meanie said.
Greta held out her cat. Her lip quivered. "Have Rufus," she said.
"I don't want a cat," he snarled.
"He's . . .
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January 10, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
The voice, coming as it did from behind, startled me.
"You shouldn't hate your hands," he said.
. . .
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March 02, 2008 10:30 PM EST --
"There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings."
The music soaked into the deck, tickling . . .
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January 10, 2008 11:01 PM EST --
She is eating dirt, and all she wants to do is die. Five minutes ago, in the bar, drinking rum maybe she didn't want to die. Tomorrow, head throbbing, lips bloody, safe in her bed, maybe she won't . . .
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January 15, 2008 11:33 PM EST --
For a penny Gerald Dean would let me look, and I wanted to see that bright, swollen thing. We were standing on his back porch, and the moon peered down at us through a v-shape in . . .
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January 30, 2008 02:33 AM EST --
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a very lovely princess (as princesses always are in faraway kingdoms), and because she was
A princess
Very lovely
Sweet and
Kind not to . . .
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January 19, 2008 12:31 AM EST --
The ship rocks beneath my feet, as unnoticed as the beating of my heart. The ice stretches out between our ship and the cliffs rising in the distance, and I understand the power of the ice, . . .
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August 31, 2007 10:39 AM EDT --
Hello All,
I'm working on a story that uses flashbacks. In The Snows of Kilimanjaro, Hemingway uses a couple of different techniques. He breaks the page with asterisks, uses italics, and starts the . . .
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January 15, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
Mother
You are the artist of my life
You made me with your love
Brushed light into my eyes
Understanding into my heart
Curiosity into my mind
. . .
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January 11, 2008 11:36 PM EST --
Having chosen the spider as my dance partner, the snake slithered off to a corner and dropped down on a folding chair. The innkeeper sitting one seat over objected, and by way of making . . .
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February 17, 2008 02:28 PM EST --
During my recent trip to Antarctica, I discovered that scientists (and science) can be a hoot. I might have become a scientist if I had known these guys and gals were so much fun and lived lives of such . . .
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