“That’s it!” Grinding his teeth, he hurled his creation to the ground and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable. Then he jabbed a finger at his sister, “I don’t want to hear a peep from you.”
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Sometimes, having a daring heart isn’t a good thing.
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All it took was a momentary flash.
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It is never easy. It has never been easy for me to let go but this must be done. The inevitable has been dragged on for far too long. Just to do it, say it.
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It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
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Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: What’s in the Trees” →
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a bookworm. (audience laughs) After digesting hundreds if not thousands of book, do you know what I think is the worst possible story ending?
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Wally couldn’t believe when his dad said, “Son, let’s go to Ball World!”
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Palms press against my ears, eyes squeeze shut, I sit paralyzed in the driver seat while my sister, Susan, paces outside, spilling expletives like a waterfall. For a moment, I think about spending the rest of my life (despite being only sixteen) riding the bus.
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Wah…whoa, I’m feeling a bout of vertigo coming on. Where am I? The last thing I remember was walking in the park. Why is everything so big?
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I’m not a drama-queen but I honestly can’t breathe right now. Why can’t people just move? Why do they have to stand here loitering?
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“There ain’t no reason to swear and never will.” He’d tell anyone who’d listen.
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“Do you believe in ghosts?
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I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
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I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
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I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
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“What’s with all the gingerbread cookies?” May’s jaw dropped at the sight of the trays of badly decorated gingerbread cookies on the kitchen counter.
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Alright, let’s see…
Winter’s night, ground full of snow, she meets him, keels over and dies.
Oh wait, he meets her, faints in her arms and dies???
Ah, what’s wrong with me and death?
I dream about death…
I write about death…
Wait, have I been experiencing bouts of existential crises?
Have I?
No!!!
Let’s start over…
The gal is looking to die and the dude helps inject the first dose of lethal injection into her arm and leaves. The next morning, he’s found outside, death by hypothermia.
Wait, didn’t I hear this in a play a few days ago?
(100 Words)
Approaching the Mystical Tree, she whispered, “Grandfather?” Slowly, a white, bony hand emerges.
“You’ve come, child.”
“Yes and I brought nourishment.” She handed him the bags of blood. Thirstily, he devoured bag upon bag. “I wish I brought more.”
“You did good, child. I will be satiated for days. Besides, it isn’t as though I have anywhere to be other than this prison.”
“I’m working on getting you out of this horrid place, grandfather. I promise I will get you out.”
He chuckled, “Five centuries of imprisonment and it still feels like yesterday when the old bat cast the spell.”
(100 Words)
I am the epitome of true love. For almost 25 years, he had dominated my dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see him in my dreams. Whenever I looked up at the stars, his face would be the only one I saw.
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With her picture in hand, he gave the red building before him a disapproving gaze. After a year of waiting, he finally received the great news his PI has located his MIA daughter.
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All his life, he had known only one thing – go big or go home. In elementary school, he created the biggest piece of artwork, folded the largest paper crane, and even attempted to bring his teacher the largest gift he could find. Fast forward, he graduated college with a degree in fine arts and an aspiration to become the next Michelanglo – to create the most magnificent sculpture that would be viewed by passerby.
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