Tag: fiction
member name: Brandon S.
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October 22, 2006 08:48 AM EDT --
A brand new cherry red Ferrari idled in the middle of a busy two-lane highway. He'd sat there for two or three minutes now, just thinking. Honking horns and flashing lights behind him and . . .
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October 07, 2006 09:37 AM EDT --
It was real easy not to believe in aliens. He'd spent his entire life since age eight not believing in them. Now, at age 32, he sat on the edge of the bed in his daughter's room, with . . .
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February 18, 2006 11:02 AM EST --
Mac Dugan was a happy person. Or at least he thought of himself that way. He was tall with a thick build, and messy brown hair. He worked at a factory these days, making machine parts for cars. . . .
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May 14, 2006 10:52 AM EDT --
Silky fabric brushes his face. The man's lips curl into a smile.
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February 18, 2006 11:48 AM EST --
Mac drove his black Buick Le Sabre down the road in a highly agitated state. The wheel clasped firmly in his hands, he jerked it left then right quickly. The car veered out of its lane, . . .
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March 05, 2006 10:57 AM EST --
Friday night never felt so good. Kristye stood before the full length mirror, glancing at herself, then the closet. Her fluffed and teased blonde hair now curled over her left eye, draped . . .
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February 20, 2006 10:47 AM EST --
The unmarked patrol car hummed down the pier wooden walkway. It made "plunk-plunk-kerplunk" sounds as the boards beneath the car shifted ever so slightly and for a moment detective Madison . . .
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May 24, 2006 09:49 AM EDT --
It was twelfth grade "Creative Writing". My teacher, Mr. Moriarti, always used abject opulence when selecting his clothes and his words. Today was no exception when he arrived clad . . .
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February 19, 2006 12:22 PM EST --
The silk scarf in her hands slips between her teeth moving slowly and sensuously. Behind the scarf, her eyes burn with fire. The corners of her mouth curl up into a smile. . . .
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February 26, 2006 10:21 AM EST --
After flying millions of miles in their hovercraft, Bill and Jane were exhausted. This wasn't their real names of course, this is what they went by when they spoke with other, more simple . . .
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March 15, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
He stood outside, in the December cold shivering. He grabbed his elbows and hugged himself in a pathetic attempt to shake the twenty degree wind chill. He'd left his jacket inside the house . . .
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February 27, 2006 08:20 PM EST --
Detective Mark Garrett slung his coat over one of two chairs in the interrogation room. Across from him, sat Johnathon Hinder. He was huddled over the chrome metal interrogation table, . . .
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