Stories tagged “she”
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golden sunshine music
Lying out on the deck was something she did daily. Around noon the wooden porch was fully in the sun and at 12:30 when she went and stretched out on it the wooden beams had soaked up so much lovely golden warmth that she could feel it seeping back out ...
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Death Alive
His pain turned to anger. He pulled the blade from out of his back, turned round and bellowed “I knew it would be you”. She was not know he was a zombie now.
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It walks
The problem was the blade stabbed in his back should have been the clue. He had just pulled the knife out. Did they think cutting his heart out would really stop him. They obviously had not read up on their zombie folklore.
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Not to Be Outdone
She awoke to the sound of alarms and quickly receding footsteps. Her mind, still sluggish from heavily fortified food, struggled to make sense. This was sleeping time; experiments should be over. They had gone to wherever they went; things should be qu...
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She Doesn't Know
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it did, and maybe that’s all that matters. She is fascinating, and yet when I try to, I can’t describe her in just one word. There is no single word that can be bound to her. She’s tha...
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Creation and destruction
His eyes were crossed. The cold cylindrical corridor stared at His face. Air pooled around Him and cooled the sweat which seemed like a constant reminder of His life these days- something cold, putrid- something that is produced to help, but is only a ...
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In An Alley
Blonde hair turned black with shadow and rain. It fell into his eyes as he watched her. She stood on the sidewalk. The only light was a street lamp that sent shadows dancing on the ground. Her long ebony hair plastered to her body, clothes clinging to ...
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Silent Danger
She stood flush against the wall, trying her best to ignore the pounding of her heart, instead listening for his footsteps. She couldn’t hear anything, not even the people nearby chattering away, all she could hear was silence. Most people associ...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 1
Owning a diner on the outskirts of town, you learn a lot. Always have extra toilet paper for the washrooms, keep a clean counter, and always have time to listen to customers. Sure I may not look the part, but I have many stories to tell. This one time,...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 2
I knew after thinking about it that as soon as he walked in on a cold stormy night, that this wasn’t going to end well. It’s like what you see in story books and movies. He looked innocent enough, but the look of fear in Jennifer’s ey...
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Back and Back, Time and Time
Fatigue has become my constant companion, through time upon time. Other people seem distant to me now, like accessories to the surreal tableau of fantasy that is my existence. She is always there, ever present just outside full awareness. I’m pre...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 3
“Put the knife away Damien!” Jennifer screamed as she gripped me tight in front of her. “Shut up Bitch! Can’t you tell I love you!” Damien screamed. I finally noticed his blood shot eyes. He had been without sleep for the ...
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Uninfluenced By Others
It had to be him- she shot down the stairs and ran out the front door onto the driveway. There stood his long lean figure next to his red truck. She stopped at the sight of him. He was about six feet tall-two inches taller than she was- and he was sl...
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Witchy
The miserable old bound crone. Her eyes are great evil coruscating rubies. He, She, and It, her trio of incompetent, disparate, yet well-meaning abductors argue. Chanted through the crone’s clenched gag are discordant, guttural, and painful syl...
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Some Questions Are Better Left Unanswered.
He followed her into the cornfield, his legs moving seemingly of their own volition. She looked over her shoulder only once, not to check if he was still there, but to lure him on. Her black eyes branding him. When they reached the exact center of the ...
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Intrusion to Solitude
“Thought I’d find you here.” I hear her. I refuse to really listen. My trajectory takes me right past her, but I refuse to alter course, to acknowledge her presence. I don’t want to admit the connection or any connection for tha...
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Cell Write Height Hell
Mind bend friend kind of when tried cried then. Miss hip lip ring the phone talk walk known. She lost tossed me her keys go show please. Trip late hate slip a thought ran than caught. Smoke smell tell broke for you RUN cops blue. Red light fright bed b...
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She.
So she sits. And she sighs. And she cries. And she gives up; She knows there’s nothing left. Nothing left in her soul. Nothing left in her heart. Nothing left for her to look forward to. She’s lost. She’s gone. And she knows it; she d...