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member name: Brandon S.
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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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February 13, 2006 08:14 PM EST --
It was midnight. Mac Dugan found himself driving his black 1993 Buick Le Sabre. He was driving away. Turning right at this street. Turning left at the next. He . . .
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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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February 16, 2006 07:23 AM EST --
"Swish, Swoosh, Swish"
It's 6 a.m. and I can't sleep.
"Swish, Swoosh, Swish" I can hear it coming from down the hall. She is coming toward me and into the bedroom. . . .
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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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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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January 22, 2006 09:47 AM EST --
When John arrived across the street, on his way to school the next day. I decided I had to ask him. I witnessed another curious exchange. He looked down the street where he'd just . . .
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January 22, 2006 05:09 PM EST --
The next morning, John's mother, Mary came in between my classes. I was busy at recording in my grade book, when she knocked on my open door.
She seemed concerned as she could as she offered . . .
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March 24, 2006 06:09 PM EST --
He entered the particulars of his next delivery directly into his pda. When he had finished his phone conversation, he flipped his cell phone closed, as well as the flimsy blue cover screen on his . . .
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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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May 22, 2006 08:18 PM EDT --
This weeks challenge is (like most will probably be) open-ended. This week is dedicated to humor. That little spice of life that brightens our days. That little tidbit that lifts us out . . .
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