Tag: 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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August 11, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
What if I were to say I'm not completely dead? What if I were to say I can see you and I hear every word that your lungs propel? For eighty seven years, I've listened to you and loved you, and . . .
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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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February 15, 2008 03:11 PM EST --
June 28, 1987
Fortunately I have discovered this booklet of papers in my knapsack. I have decided to use it as a diary seeing as to how I have managed to lose myself . . .
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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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May 26, 2009 11:45 AM EDT --
“All a dog wants is to be happy.”
He stroked the rolls back from the Labrador’s eyes. She was laying on the coupled chair next to his with her head draped over the edge. The . . .
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October 16, 2009 08:38 PM EDT --
Her again. Always walking adjacent to her shadow, she kept up a quick pace with a constricted gait. Her long dress is to blame for that. Long hair overflows upon her back and covers her like . . .
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February 15, 2008 03:35 PM EST --
June 29, 1987
Last night was unbearable. I stumbled over a root protruding from the ground and fell helplessly. Even the . . .
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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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February 15, 2008 06:07 PM EST --
June 30, 1987
I've decided to continue with my search . . .
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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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May 21, 2009 12:16 PM EDT --
A Vision Perhaps
I remember days where I could barely walk because my toes were so bloody or my feet were too sore. My legs would cramp up at night and my back would ache intolerably. . . .
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May 23, 2009 07:14 PM EDT --
I distinctly remember one night my spirits were low after a warning of disownment, and my only resolution was to wander about aimlessly when I eventually found a small pond close to the entrance . . .
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March 25, 2007 08:31 PM EDT --
I rememba. Dats where da swing used ta be. Right der. I used ta come out her when my chores was done. Oh dat swing. It used ta hode the whole weight of my body. I needed someffin to hode me. Sumtimes I . . .
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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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