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It was a very silly day, all things considered. A caterpillar of unusual size sat just before me, perched precariously on something that seemed oddly similar to what one might call a mushroom of equally peculiar size. For a moment, I thought that I had perchance imbibed upon a smidge too much wine at the wedding. I suppose that doesn't make much sense at all, though. What is a wedding? Seeing a large caterpillar atop a mushroom o...
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Cabin He awoke…almost suddenly. After a moment of immediate confusion, he open and closed his eyes a few times to shake the sleep away. It was still dark outside, and would be an hour or so longer, it was early morning. He lay in his cot a while longer to gather his thoughts. This was not a rare occurrence for him at all. There was something seeking ...
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The big toe of her left foot twitched. Slightly, but it really twitched. I looked at Nicole's face. Her jaw muscles were tight, her face glistening with sweat. Then I noticed that her right eye looked normal again.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You can remove the charger."
"Is everything all right? You don't look very well," I said and sat beside her.
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Behold! I have returned. Fear not! What you are experiencing now is in fact real. I am by no means a hallucination; my presence before you has nothing to do with the vast quantities of Robotussin you have just consumed. In fact I am here to bring you some important news. As an A-List Hollywood actor you are of great use to my cause, which is indeed a cause for all humanity. Now befor...
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A Special Report
Brought to you by Kirk Masters
It has come to the attention of the police that our fair city is under attack. Who is the assailant? Drugs. Methamphetamines to be exact. Those crystal cash crops have been circulating through this state for longer than they've existed. We've kept kids off of drugs but have we kept them off of selling drugs? Recent studies show that two out of every five children ar...
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Author's note: This is the first draft of the first story I've ever written so it might suck, but I'd appreciate some feedback
He had spent the night digging the trench, and as the sun peeked up above the pale, cold, mountain range to the east the man too peaked his head over the dirt wall. He looked across the field of softly shifting, golden grass and into the deep dark forest of...
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Jeremy slowly came to himself, and for a moment he thought that he had slept through until morning. His eye squinted in the harsh red light of sunrise as he opened them and struggled to regain his composure. His body ached all over, and he felt weak like he had when he had been bedridden for a week straight with the flu. His stomach churned slightly and he the bitter aftertaste of bile assaulted his taste bu...
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Spending time on the ground
I lay on the ground, deaf to all emotions but one pain grips me, strangles me in my attempt to stay alive. I was thinking about getting up when my arm broke and sent me back down to the cold, wet earth. My stomach lay on the road as the large piece of metal slowly compresses me into the dirt. I whisper "Why?... Me?....Why?" to myself in my last moments on the ground, i wa...
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Jeremy Watkins struggled to keep his eyes open as he drove along the nearly deserted interstate at ten miles per hour above the posted speed limit. He hadn't seen another car in over an hour, and the lines on the marked pavement were beginning to blur dangerously. he blinked and squinted his bloodshot eyes, and the road came back into sharp focus, only to begin dimming again a few moments later.
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05/14/2008 | 69 Hits | 5 comments |  (2 votes) | Read more...
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The forgotten are the ones that are ignored at school and study. They
are the people you see reading in the hallways and doing math in the
far side of the class, away from everyone else. They can be described
as loners, as anti-social, or as unpopular. They are the ones that try
hard in school because they have no parties to go to, or no event to go
to whatsoever. And at some points, they can be seen looking at a couple
hold hands and kiss ...
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Tomas grunted as his back hit the rusty car hard, but it was worth the few seconds of cover. His standard issue MP40 was still rattling from kickback, he popped it out and shot blindly a few times, hopefully landing a shot on an enemy. The wind picked up and carried the sand, creating a temporary shield for Tomas to advance to a cement pillar without being noticed. He swiftly dodged flying papers and blustering shrapnels and hurried to the pill...
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HOWARD
She had been the
only one. The only woman he had ever
loved. Until he met her he knew no love.
His mother, he despised.
His father he never knew. He was in his
mid forties and had always been a loner.
To his customer
in the bar, Howard was a pleasant, if unremarkable man, who said little and
bothered no one. His long silences and
remoteness sometimes irritated his customers, ...
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She was lying motionless on the bed, her good eye fixed pensively on the ceiling. The position of her body was a bit unnatural. Her hands were hanging limply by the sides of the bed, her feet bent inward in puppet like fashion. Only her head gave some sign of life.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked.
"Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can't feel it. I am paralyzed now," sh...
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I could hear him coming, them coming maybe? probably not. We never send more than one, it's some grease-ball tradition, but who gives a shit about tradition these days? I could probably reach my piece with little effort, probably before he got to my door, my old bones my be brittle but I can still move, why, it was only three days ago I floored that little prick, Santriano, the kids a fucking degenerate mouth-piece, no respect, just like h...
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Thirty minutes until he had to leave for the interview. Plenty of time...or so he had thought. Of course she was there. Doing anything that she could to assist him. Ironing his pants, tying his tie, reviewing what he would say...anything to reduce his stress...to make it all perhaps a little easier for him. She has always been that way. She was his rock. He would have never been able to survive without her. Perhaps he s...
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The female form infatuated my brother. For him, a woman was an inexplicable piece of art by which God revealed his true genius. It was with this art, that my brother became obsessed. He discovered the inequities of beauty, love and the depth of the female heart that few men ever know. But, he also became confused by this obsession, and his obsession-like most negative uses of the word- turned into sickness. Perhaps it was the ...
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The end was coming soon. I could feel it as I sat in front of my computer contemplating whether to eat OR drink. I couldn’t do both, not with my kind of time. But with the end coming so soon it seemed that I wouldn’t be doing either. I snapped up out of my chair sending it crashing against the wall. Walking over to the door I grabbed my windbreaker and exited this stifling environment that I would no longer pay $300 a month for. My ne...
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One Barefoot Story from El Salvador
by Fidel Marcelo Moran Lopez
Nobody wears shoes in our home, except on Christmas, Epiphany, and Sunday. Every Sunday my family and I, make the long trip into El Salvador’s holiest city, Santa-Tecla. There, we sell our pottery at the local market. For the rough trek, over mountains and dirt-trails, shoes are necessary. On most Sundays grandma-Lidia buys Pupusas and Marzipan candy ...
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(Note: this is the 3rd segment "the Processor"-sorry for the delay- please read the prior to segments if you have not already)
"Glad you could make it Mr. Cooper, name is Jennifer Ryan." Eli had been 2 hours late for the interview. She, his forever life saving wife Missy, was finally able to locate his c...
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I'm just an ordinary person who got on with life, staying out of trouble as most people do.
I'm on my second marriage, to my husband Richard, I've got two children, both of them in their late teens, they have both left home to start lives of there own.
&nbs...
05/12/2008 | 78 Hits | 4 comments |  (3 votes) | Read more...
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