Tag: storytelling
member name: Brandon S.
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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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February 08, 2006 08:18 PM EST --
I am a moral person by nature. I never wrong anyone on purpose. I treat everyone with respect and dignity. I am not, however an avid church-goer.
I am one of those who goes to church on religious . . .
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January 28, 2006 12:01 PM EST --
He inserted the key and popped the trunk of the car.
The interior light illuminated it's contents. Inside Christine Garus was huddled. Dirt had caked her left cheek. Her other whiter, . . .
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February 05, 2006 10:43 AM EST --
He arrived at his destination around 6:30 in the morning. He took painstaking means to insure that the kidnappings always took place no where near the delivery. That is what had made the five . . .
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February 06, 2006 11:51 AM EST --
His eyes were burning, feeling as dry as the Nevada desert. A quick check of the clock revealed the time was 3:03 a.m. He could hardly keep his eyes open. Though he fought against it, . . .
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February 02, 2006 07:31 PM EST --
The engine screamed as he drove too fast down the two lane country road. The car shimmied and almost flipped as he turned too fast onto the highway onramp. He had one hand on the wheel and . . .
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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 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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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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January 08, 2006 09:39 AM EST --
It was midnight. Me and a three friends just finished our weekly poker game. Since my car was in the shop that day, I needed a ride home. My best friend, Ronald, says that he has to be . . .
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January 22, 2006 01:53 AM EST --
"Stop, Shadow!" I heard a little boy yell across the street.
Little John Stockton, eight years old, was balancing his bike between his legs. He seemed to be looking in the . . .
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January 07, 2006 12:37 PM EST --
He pulled, he pushed, he blinked he stretched. He called, he raised, he called, and he folded. The cards were being terrible to him tonight. How in the world could three aces get beaten . . .
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February 01, 2006 10:45 PM EST --
The red gas gauge needle stood on E, and threatened to dive over. When he was halfway down the moonlit road he decided to pull over. A service station appeared in the distance. . . .
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February 04, 2006 10:34 PM EST --
The list goes on and on and on. The estute observer will notice in the title that I have listed television and radio as addictions. Addictions you say? Truth I say. The simple point . . .
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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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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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