Stories tagged “author”
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The First Move
Erika moved before anything irreversible could happen, and promptly ducked underneath the desk. Thanking the heavens that Miss Author wasn’t sitting at the desk, Erika took out what oddly looked like an ancient Greek version of a fly swatter; her...
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To Swat
“Ah, an Inspiration Imp. Why didn’t I guess?” Erika said dryly, observing the burgundy colored creature swinging from her grip. “Your lot’s always causing trouble. What’re you here for this time?” The imp sniff...
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Sensibility and Ocarinas
He looked at the two girls having a conversation through the window, standing amidst the azalea bushes he had oh-so-incredibly found himself in a few minutes ago. One minute, he had been sitting on a small rocky ledge overlooking the creek that they ha...
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Meeting the Creator
“Well,” Gweneth said, taking a blue scarf from around her neck and putting up her hair, “our most recent leader is…” She trailed off, turning her head to look at what she thought was movement. “William?” Meliss...
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Where to Start
He was sitting at the computer, staring at the white screen. In his head different stories were starting to swirl around, but none were taking form. Should I do this one or that one? A thought started to bubble through, but fell back into the cauldron ...
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Authoritative Detective Work
The author gave Gweneth a quizzical stare. There was something wrong here, and it was her given duty as the author to find out what that was. “Well, normally, here in this world… “Meeting your creator” isn’t seen as a good...
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The Third Traveler
He stood up carefully on the slanted plane, grabbing on to a brick protrusion for support. His head pounded strongly, and a sudden dizziness swept through him. Luckily, the floor beneath him had a rough surface, and he was able to keep his balance as h...
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Same Book, Different Author
We claim to be unique Say that we diverge from the ordinary But we don’t… I’d love to be that one Setting standards and leading the new But I can’t… I’ve been told no idea’s original Everything we do is recycle...
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Upon a Writer's Death
A pen is silenced lying still now on the half-empty page. It’s a fire burning through the library. Words we never read disappearing before our eyes. A heart is stilled while full of love spilling on to those around. It’s a parade marched...
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Stranger Than Fiction in 10 Words
“I kill depressed characters.” “I love my life.” “Never mind.”
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The Greatest Journey Into Ones Mind
“So this is it, your last great novel of the 21st century.” “Yes the final copy and the authors notes are in the back of the book.” “Well I guess this is good-bye, I never thought the day would come were I would say those words so early in ...
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Trying
She breathes in deep, then breathes out heavily. Her eyes stare at the screen determindley, her fingers poised, ready for action. Ok, she thinks, it’s just 1024 characters. That’s all, it’s not long, you can do this. It’s easy! ...
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When the clock struck four.... Part 1
As I walked in the field of aptly named daisies, I noted the new coat of paint on the river. How odd, I thought, as the river should not get a new coat of paint, being a liquid. It was then that I noticed the smell of rotting flesh coming from the dire...
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The pen is mightier...
“He’s done it again!” Seth’s agent bellowed over the phone. Seth could imagine his hot booty of an agent gripping the phone and holding her hands to the sky as if presenting Seth’s genius to the ether. “Well I try,&#...
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MY BLURB!
This is the synopsis to my book. I will leave some bits out for the actual blurb, but it is the story. Graveyard Shift, Book 1: Hell’s Surgeon A young woman is found dead in the house of a local business tycoon, with no wounds. The pathologist...
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Starbucks ritual
Seth has a ritual when he’s writing and that’s to go to Starbucks. It’s like his candy store. Not only can he get writing done, but he can watch that hot blonde in the pant suit and thinking of great ways to strangle her without touch...
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Also by the Same Author
He was never satisfied with his writing, but his works had been published globally; bound in leather and sold by the millions, loved by readers and critics alike. This meant nothing to him. Upon completion of a novel he’d feel confident it was as...
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I Am
I am a summer shower To warm to refresh A blooming flower Too young to digress I am a superman And a cancer patient I am B movie rating And A-list sensation I am a secret in the wind Nobody cares to hear Lonely little monster That everyone fears I am ...