Tag: stories
member name: Brandon S.
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June 11, 2006 10:39 AM EDT --
Every night his mother would curl on a reclining chair with her orange tabby, Princess. The cat laid constantly in arms, except for times when it had to "go piddle". Then . . .
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August 06, 2006 12:30 PM EDT --
When I first moved in with my wife over a year ago, I seemed to be an unwanted guest. Her little black Australian Cattledog greeted me with sharp barks, and motorcycle growlings.
To be honest I . . .
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August 06, 2006 12:57 PM EDT --
I got married. Yep, that's right. I "took the plunge", as they say. I wasn't nervous about it a bit. No cold feet. None of that. To tell the truth . . .
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May 22, 2006 07:46 PM EDT --
Afternoon. I rocked in the chair on the front porch whittling a stick still clad in my khaki fatigues, when my fiancée arrived. I watched her unload two brown bags of groceries and . . .
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June 04, 2006 09:57 AM EDT --
(Setting: A stormy night in Transylvania. Brandon S. stands inside the secret laboratory of Victor Frankenstein, a room filled with lighted panels and switches. He is wearing a blood-stained . . .
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May 14, 2006 06:11 AM EDT --
Downstairs. I open the canister on the Supersoaker, lay it under the running faucet, and watch as it fills. I place the cap back on and sling the water pistol over my shoulder. . . .
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June 09, 2006 02:28 PM EDT --
Jarred parked his idling van, and sucked in a long breath. Staring up at a lonesome star-strewn sky, he couldn't help but reminisce about who he was. About how he'd gotten here. . . .
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March 02, 2006 04:35 AM EST --
At night I feel her smoldering heat
And I think of nothing else
Moonlight spills through open blinds
And I think of nothing else
Revealing her form beside mine
And I think of nothing else
Golden . . .
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March 24, 2006 06:58 PM EST --
I gather my notebook, pen, and the application from the car.
I received a call from this woman about a week ago. She's interested in having her child attend the head start pre-school program . . .
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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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June 02, 2007 07:43 AM EDT --
“I left a part of myself at that altar.”
His friend huffed his disagreement for the fourth time. “Look we need to get you out of here. Let’s hit the road you, . . .
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February 11, 2006 09:22 AM EST --
So. I work at a school, which for the time being shall remain nameless. The school is on the nice side of Dayton (or at least I like to think so). For the five or so years that I've . . .
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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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April 10, 2006 07:12 PM EDT --
We sat down together. She opposite me. Two metal chairs in front of a folding card table, in a concrete room painted sea foam green. Afternoon light streamed in from one window in the . . .
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October 29, 2006 10:02 AM EST --
He awoke with the peculiar taste of well-water and antiseptic in his mouth. His eyelids lifted begrudgingly revealing the foggy world beyond. When his eyes had adjusted he could see he was in . . .
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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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April 10, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
Gathering thunder broke the eery silence that had claimed the desert since four o clock. Rainfall did not accompany it, but humidity did. Dewy water clung to the air . . .
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