Tag: short story
member name: Mikal *A Four Year Smithie* M.
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December 10, 2006 11:59 PM EST --
There it goes again. That wonderful cart being pulled by that beautiful horse. Its muscles are big and strong, and its walk is full of pride . . .
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January 11, 2007 03:06 AM EST --
In the sixth month, on the sixth day, of every sixth year, ol’ Satan plays his meanest trick on the unfortunate people of Gaska. This one day of Panaricka Month, as it was . . .
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January 11, 2007 03:53 AM EST --
“John, do we have to answer it? It could possibly be…well, you know!”
John Garris’s wife held him by the arm, gripping it for support, but there . . .
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January 11, 2007 02:59 PM EST --
“What was that? I thought I heard something.”
Lydia Jaspa jerked herself out of the bed and put on her slippers. She shook her husband until he almost fell off the . . .
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December 17, 2006 03:52 PM EST --
“This is it men! Today is the day it ends!” Author rode his horse in front of the line of exhausted men. The war had been going . . .
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December 09, 2006 02:48 PM EST --
I find it funny how the sun is really just a gigantic ball of gas discharging an irritating amount of heat that colors peoples’ faces . . .
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February 10, 2007 02:10 PM EST --
(I have changed the writing of these stories a little bit, starting with this one. It’s a little longer and a little more detailed. I felt the others were too vague.)
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February 14, 2007 06:24 PM EST --
The old man sat next to the fire, rubbing his temples in a meditative style. The twins had fallen asleep in his bed, and Peter still remained . . .
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August 04, 2008 03:56 PM EDT --
*Rough Draft
Eighty years had he but vitality he had not. Early mornings were troublesome and melancholy. It became laborious each morning to heave his decomposing body from the . . .
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May 19, 2009 11:06 PM EDT --
My Roots are Rotten
Please don't ask of my name or why I chose not to disclose it to you. It is too much of a painful matter, and my mouth has become infested with dry spit from retelling . . .
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August 12, 2007 01:42 AM EDT --
I find it funny how the sun is really just a gigantic ball of gas discharging an irritating amount of heat that colors peoples’ faces to a fiery red. I know a hand-full . . .
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March 25, 2007 07:13 PM EDT --
Walking in the rain. Can't lift my head from the flooded side walk. Crack. Crack. Another crack. The puddles are more like pits. My sneakers are like sponges. My toes are ice. My body shutters. . . .
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April 05, 2007 04:42 PM EDT --
NEWSPAPER: At 5:25 a.m. yesterday morning, a fisherman spotted a body floating in the Atlantic Ocean, clinging to a couple planks of what the fisherman guess to be the remains of the man’s ruined . . .
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April 16, 2007 04:07 PM EDT --
( I changed it a little. Hope you like it! )
I find it funny how the sun is really just a gigantic ball of gas discharging an irritating amount of heat that colors peoples’ faces . . .
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