Stories tagged “street”
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Pickpocket
Seneca Seneca Cooper strolled down the lane, her hands casually in her pockets. Her dark curls swung from side to side as her head turned constantly, taking in all the activity on the street. Glom, the fruit peddler, was yelling his wares as usual, his...
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Memories
Dharma yelped as her skin was pulled fiercely by Seneca’s strong hand. She glared at Seneca, hurt, and backed away. Soon she was lost in the crowd, but Seneca caught a last glimpse of her- talking to Glom. Seneca’s feet pounded into action, hurling...
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Retribution
She ran faster and faster, though Glom’s voice had faded long ago. Finally, she slowed, panting, and found herself at the docks. The sky was a soaring, majestic blue, with nary a cloud in sight. She pulled the orange out of a fold in her ragged skirt...
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A Nightmare on Elmer Fudd Street
It was a dark and stormy night. Leorge Gucas sat in his office thinking about a new War Stars script as his pet Bungans burbled in their spacious aquarium: “Mesa, mesa, mesa!” While most would find the incessant burbling of Bungans incredib...
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Nightwatch
My city screams like a dame who is getting her purse snatched. I grab at the rope stitching holding my arm to the stub and pull, tightening the fit. “I’ll be right with you, dollface.” I say. My voice is low and gravely, but she’s used to i...
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Greg's Race
During the cool, calm evenings of Summer. Greg would slip on his running shoes and take a run around the block. Greg looked at the houses he passed. Every house; built identical but once filled with people, they became unique. Mr Carter, tending to his...
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We've Got to Stop Meeting Like This
Max was late for work. He exited the subway and broke into a run, weaving his way down the crowded street and trying not to crash into anyone. (Because that could not happen today. There was no time for the consequences.) Meg was also in a hurry. She w...
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On the Edge
The air is crisp and cold, there is a rather heavy breeze in the air. With every step I take forward, a part of me wants to take another step back. Each time I breathe in, my lungs do not want to let the air back out. My fingers are numb from the cold ...
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Shoved to Bernadelli's
The street was busy, but not unusally for a lunchtime on a Tuesday. Chris skuttled into the foot traffic, hoping to make it to the local deli before there was line. Suddenly he felt a large shove and stumbled into the crowd. He ran right into a woman a...
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By: Tires
Outlines Of power lines Shadow the concrete Like looping swerves Left written in the street By the tires of artistic driver’s “Yeah, you’re right it does! And the clouds! The clouds Look like featherless doves full of fuzz!”
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Frozen With Open Eyes
So it’s come to this? I couldn’t believe I was going to bleed out on this cold street when it happened, but now it’s real and I’ve fully accepted my fate. The frost on the side walk is comfortably numbing my gaping stab wound. D...
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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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Loose Change: 3am
The rumbling whirr of a single street-sweeper grew ever more loudly. Twin light beams shone unsteadily through the steam of the moistened avenue’s blacktop. Amber-colored flashes reflected off the windows of a closed, corner clothing-store. There, st...