Stories tagged “Exactly 1024”
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The Breakup
“I can not believe you!” She flung her glass at him, it smashed on the wall behind him, leaving a very wet stain, the smell of alcohol very present. “Babe, it was only one night! I didn’t know what I was doing! My heart belongs ...
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The Breakup
“I can not believe you!” She flung her glass at him, it smashed on the wall behind him, leaving a very wet stain, the smell of alcohol very present. “Babe, it was only one night! I didn’t know what I was doing! My heart belongs to you and only ...
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Candy Bars and Silence
They decided that rather than fighting they would just split the food evenly. It was Christmas Eve and something in the Department store’s mainframe had fried itself without warning cutting power to the building and locking all the doors. At firs...
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Volunteer Twenty-Eight is Dead
She grabbed her pen and held it to the paper threateningly, waiting for the right words. “A minute of failure for every ten of success and it still feels like we aren’t making any headway.” The sign on the wall above the desk at the o...
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Dan & Melanie
“I just don’t see any point in lying to you.” he said bluntly. She was taken aback a little. She had become so used to lies and deception from the men in her life that this just didn’t seem to compute at first. She stared off bl...
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How to write an effective recipe
OK, to start with, you will need: A form of writing (Pen and Paper, Computer, etc.) A list of ingredients A vague knowledge of how to make whatever the you intend on writing a recipe on The ability to use your form of writing OK, firstly, we title our ...
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Schneider's First Rank Symptoms
I awoke to find myself driving down a dark expanse of road, bloody hand prints on the inside of the windows and windshield. Only a vague sense of numbness- like anesthesia wearing off- kept me from slamming on the brakes or panicking. Instead, I lifted...
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Amateur Pottery
I have a ball of clay. It is shaped into a perfect sphere. I can change that. I can make it into something beautiful. I can make it into something plain. I can make it into something unique. I have a ball of clay. It can be burned. It can be stabbed. I...
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My Mirror of Erised
If I look into that mirror right now, I won’t see myself. I’ll see whatever it is that I truly want. If I pull its dusty covers from the reflective glass I will finally be able to see what I desire, so I can pursue its course. I looked into...
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Souls of Virtue, Blades of Vice
The sound of ringing steel broke the morning’s stillness. An underlying sound called to her. “Come and see.” it whispered. She followed the noise, lured by a song violence. Quietly, the young girl crept as close as she dared and watch...
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The Taste of Your Words
My dearest love, Please know that I deeply regret the pain that this note will cause. The bitter truth is that I have not been entirely honest with you and, sadly, I find the prospect of correcting that unpalatable. I never told you that when I was you...
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A Shared Glass
She lights three or four candles in various corners of the room, the lambent light dancing about several racks of wine glasses. “No electricity?” I ask. “No need.” Her voice is hoarse. I have to admit, the lack of halogen bulbs ...
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Fire in the sky
The world is going up in flames. What value could their lives have if they hold nothing as holy? Even their false idols they hold in deep contempt. Even their imaginary worlds lack of wise men to look up to. They live like animals, prey to their base i...