Stories tagged “description”
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The Gift
It was Christmas Day and she was eagerly waiting for her gift too… She asked her parents,“Can I open my eyes now?” When she did, her eyes opened to the great,wide,beautiful world and her parents whom she had just felt,heard and imagin...
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The Target (One Line Challenge)
The gun, cold, black, and surprisingly light, rested easily in his hands. “After 15 years, I’ve got you now, you son of a…” He screamed, heaving the gun across the room as his wife’s killer took his own life.
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Psyche
The fire spreads before them, a carpet of flames and heat; her eyes are wide and frightened, his, lazily half-closed in twisted humor. “You maniac!” He smiles.
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The Stevens Estate
The Stevens estate was spacious, but not overwhelmingly huge. The main house, along with the staff’s quarters, was built into the side of a hill. A neat hedge ran as a fence up near the street, leaving a space for the path and sloping lawn leadin...
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What really happened there ?
She said that the guy who had asked her out was an idiot,but we could tell that she liked him. My friend teased,“What if I go tell him that ?” Annie did’nt seem to mind but her best friend said, “Really, I did’nt know he w...
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The Snowfall
The snow fell in blankets and sheets and comforters and pillows.
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Happy
The walls of the office were painted pink and white. He never liked pink. But, Charles was happy. Charles was going to live his life to the fullest. He didn’t need to be here, no. He just wanted to check in with her. They hadn’t had a meeti...
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In Shadow
I slink amid the lurking shadows in the narrow hallway, all too aware of the structure’s groans, creaks, & whines intermingling with my own hollow footsteps & ragged breathing. A few times I panic, terrified that the surrounding walls had...
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Adder staying still in some tall grass
I’ve always liked apples. I think it’s genetic. Something red, a good size. The crispy sheen of thin skin. My eyes are berry-black. Which people do admire. Though there is a yellow edge, tarnishing my simple colour scheme. The wire-heavy mu...
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How the Light Filters In
The light filtered in through the blinds, passed carefully through dust, and finally came to rest on the carpet. It illuminated there a stain, one which had been so woefully ignored after a night’s heavy drinking, a stain which had been made duri...
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Last Embrace
The wind snakes through my hair, pulling my shirt with the vigor of a hungry 5-year-old. The breeze lathers me with the cold night air, sneaking fingers under the fabric. I sway, letting it hold me. The wafting wind carries a thick salty smell, a taste...
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Bike Ride
Lungs burning, throat open and aching, phlegm forming up on the walls of her mouth and tonsils, nose running with cool snot, her ears red and pounding with the sound of her breath and pounding heart, the muscles of her legs screaming and her buttocks r...
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Music
Stomp stomp clap, stomp stomp clap, the balls of her feet moving across the floor smooth as a snake loud as popcorn popping pop pop POP, as her arms moved out and away from her body, over her head, and back in; she had twisting powerful arms with grace...
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Ghosts I-IV
In the barrenness, I sit alone. The scrubs stetch out into the foothills of the brown mountains, regular punctuation decorating the grey sand. They rustle ever so softly at my feet. I’m daydreaming. I’m not sure why I like this; I guess the...
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Between Water And Air
Glass dull shark eyes. Silence settles In the still of her stare. Beach pebbles Ripple between the water and air— She sways beneath Breaching the surface with sea anemone hair.
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Introduction 1
I like to write in the morning while listening to songs by Leonard Cohen. My working room is small but very comfortable. I would sit in my favorite armchair looking out of the tiny window and thinking about how my story is going to evolve. Sometimes I ...
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An Ambassador of Nature
The hem of her forest green dress swept leaves into motion as she passed by, creating an audible illusion that the wind preceded her presence. The dress itself was not tight, but close fitting – not at all like the voluminous garments the courtie...
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Karl Frobisher
“Now bringing you the intergalactic news today, tonight, trevoluspecker, or whatever cycle your planet happens to be experiencing.” The newscaster wore the dullest of sport jackets, so dull in fact that its color could not even be likened t...
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Danceformation
Rain boots clumped awkwardly through clear puddles, hood pulled as far forward as possible. Dorothy felt like an ogre, having attempted to fit her not-quite-waterproof backpack beneath her raincoat. She sloshed dangerously close to the street, reaching...
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Detective Part 1
Hoodie, ballcap, untucked shirt tails, and a shifty demeanor. Chief Detective Akai nodded silently to himself. This was not the guy. He was just a cheap criminal. Still, while wielding the broom, might as well sweep out the cobwebs, too. The radio in h...
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Detective Part 2
The man that exited the 4-Runner wore a long trench coat, reaching all the way down to his matte black boots and brushing the wet pavement. Not much else could be seen in the dark, the majority of his face was obstructed by a tall collar, but there was...
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...people ask me if I know...
Everyone thinks she is beautiful, the perfect wardrobe, the perfect smile; sweet without being cloying, the perfect voice; as if she scripted her own words, even when she cursed (and after a couple of margaritas she would outcurse any of you) every wor...
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Plugged Out
My body has not moved for millennia. My eyes stare blankly forward. Half of me is frozen. The other burns intensely. My fingers periodically twitch. Nothing comes of it. I see things no one else does. I miss things everyone else doesn’t. Sound pu...