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s13 INTERWRIT Challenge: Story In Pieces, Backwards!
Parker hangs on the phone, sits on the chair for a while, and then falls asleep. Sally is waiting for this moment, hiding behind the door. She secretly walks toward him, picking up his phone. “I miss you, my dear. Neither do I forget about the promis...
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Can I Read It To You?
When we sit close enough to one another, I can see myself reflected through your eyes, and I start to wonder how you see me, with how I cannot cross my legs for too long or they fall asleep, or how my right eye wanders occasionally, (though you never m...
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Is there any hope anymore?
I keep a conscious stream of thoughts. Maybe thoughts are the enemy, but then again an empty mind is equal to empty emotions, and how does that help? Self-healing, they say. The pain I’m feeling is way too over the top for that. To stop caring won’...
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Words That Cut, Wounds Not to Heal
“You…rat! You piece of filth!” The words spat from her mouth. Her bony fingers extended then curled back into white-knuckled balls of fury. Head low, he stepped back slowly, taking note of the environment, the pan of hot grease, the k...
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Brotherly Farewell
(My) spirit cannot be tamed by your obvious displeasure. Your (revulsion) is no more useful than spitting (at) the wind. (your) disappointment no more practical than the actions of a (conduct)or upon a runaway train. It (is only) the dying words of ...
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Unconventional Hobbies For a Lady
She quickly climbed the old tree, jumping from limb to limb getting closer to the open window. There was lights on inside and she mentally groaned in exasperation. Keeping her back to the wall, she peeked around to the inside of the glowing bedroom. Sh...
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A Running Cat
She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn’t know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her so she could dodge the plethora of potholes in the concr...
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s13 INTERWRIT Challenge: Story In Pieces, Backwards!
“You’re a jerk! I don’t believe you again! What’s the girl’s name? Nina, Lily or Mary? Get out of my eyesight and never bother me.” said Sally. Some guys stood up and drove him to leave. “OK… OK. Listen t...
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Sorra
Her name was Sorra. Her dark hair wove across the mustard tall grass as she ran into the sunset. The illuminating light kissed her rosy cheeks that were flushed from running in circles. The little girl’s giggles were heart-melting. She put her ha...
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Too Many Thoughts For A Coherent Piece
Just you and I, cutting up strawberries, pineapples, and blackberries side by side in my mother’s kitchen, cracking jokes as we mix the fruits together in a big bowl. Even the mundane tasks are enticing with you. I feel as if I am dying, the fina...
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Known No More
Sent Sentiments Meant mere cents To her high dollar flight And chauffuer caller that night. Felt without when I was with her. She’s in doubt sniffing drugs as her thoughts wither.
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Goodbye friend.
Onyx moved slowly towards his friend and sat a foot away. His friend, had sensed his movement and done the same. Staring at each, they both sensed it was time to end the game. Both reach out their hand and touched. Cold, and hard. Not was you would exp...
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A lonely discovery.
A loud thump shook Onyx awake. He quickly perched up and scanned the room. The thwapping noise continued from the other side of the house. Onyx ran quickly to investigate, but saw nothing of concern. The noise continued for a moment, coming from the fr...
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The Tenth Sign
Groceries are all over the floor as her son walks into the kitchen. This wasn’t good. It usually takes his mom 2 minutes to put away groceries, especially groceries purchased on a Wednesday. Wednesday is dairy day. “Mom, you know Dana hates...
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A Stale Mate.
Just as Onyx lunched forward, his ‘friend’ immediately did the same. Amazing, Onyx was sure he would catch him by surprise, but his friend was not fooled. Its as if they were in each others heads. Two equally skilled warriors, never able to...
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The unknown friend.
Onyx sat silently for a few moments, staring intently at the ice blue eyes looking back at him. This was becoming a ritual for the two, both not making a sound but shadowing each others every move, every subtle nuance. The dance always ended after 10 o...
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Moirae
We write fate Within the icy fire of countless stars Each golden thread Forged within the flames of a thousand ancient suns We breathe your destiny in icy puffs As worlds burn And change And come alive again And yet Although we present opportunities To...
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Not A Place Dead
The iron gate stood open, red as ever. The wide, gray path leading from the gate was littered with leaves. Its low stone wall a simple boundary only, serving to keep the superstitious out and the remorseful souls in, but a curious eye easily could gaze...
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A Piaf Morning
He woke up to Edith Piaf softly singing about regret, one of the many nods to early twenty-first century pop culture he scattered throughout his day. The music was pouring through his studio-grade hi-fi system, the nanometer carbon membranes accurately...
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The Orphan Girl
“Not so!” the man said with a grin, “We know that he is an orphan by their laws. Now go along darling and use those connections you have yourself as an orphan. Start with the orphanage I lifted you from and figure out who would take i...
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The Ghost and The Prophecy
The snow was thick on the ground when her child was born. She didn’t hold on long enough to learn the child’s name and so passed on into the spirit world never learning it. So, when those magicians that dealt with the dead summoned her for ...
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Foe Paw
Direct from cause and effect I find that on the whole Your abject insensitivity (with respect to the affected attitude of emotional abnormality) Coinciding with a wild ride Of undecided trite and flighty Homilies delivered Would send the bravest soul ...
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1940s France
I was only 14 when the soldiers came. Me and Jacques and Gavroche were fishing. Gavroche had just turned 12, and Gabriel was the baby at 6. I remember Gabriel laughing when the fish I caught flopped around on the pier. I never heard that laugh again. M...
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Asbury Park
“This bench has history.” A response to a question posed by a friend. Your breath, regular and steady against my shoulder blade seemed like a miracle in itself. Your arms around my neck, a desperate call to attention letting me know I needn...
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Fear
an unexpected panic the illogical shriek over something seemingly inconsequential a pandemonium of the mind no reason why just fear
