Tag: writing
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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May 29, 2006 02:48 PM EDT --
Mike tossed back another Budweiser as the "party favors" arrived. Just another member of the group, he received a clear baggy from a guy in a grey hoodie. "Party favors" . . .
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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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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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September 28, 2006 06:41 PM EDT --
I was just thinking...
Have you ever left a door open and someone told you in an offhand way, "What were you born in a barn?"
Most of us have.
Well according to the Bible, Jesus was born in . . .
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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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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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June 09, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
Bad two word challengers! All of you BAD! No one sent me an email by Wednesday. I'm not gonna beg. I'm not. Send me an email. Give me a colorful suggestion for . . .
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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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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 17, 2006 08:03 AM EST --
Did you know that most non-digital clocks on store shelves all show the same time. Yes, it's true. Take a look the next time you go to Walmart or whatever your local store is. Take . . .
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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 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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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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