Stories tagged “yellow”
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Golden Mysteries
“Where do I begin?” Timidly, my voice rang all too loudly in the quiet space. “Begin with one.” The therapist wore a yellow tie. “No, zero is first.” I wished that tie would leave. “So begin with zero.” &...
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Clues in the Diner
Numbers were safe. I counted my steps, my heart beat, things I passed, groups of people at the park. I walked to my favorite diner. I liked it because they played good music and had interesting people walk in. The waitresses all wore retro uniforms of ...
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Clues on the Bus
I left her a three dollar and twenty-one cent tip. Then I walked to the bus station. The one that was like greyhound, only local. I hopped on a bus that was blue. It wasn’t red, but it wasn’t yellow either. I sat in the third row, left hand...
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Counting the Way to Dietz Lake
The blue bus stopped in front of the only gas station in Dietz. I counted my steps as I crossed the road to the gas station. 12 steps across the asphalt, 14 to the door. My heart beat harder the closer I came to the squat brick building. Maybe they kne...
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Clues At Dietz Lake
It was some sort of camping/wilderness resort place. I paid two dollars to get in. The lady in brown in the tiny cabin where they take admission was all smiles. She handed me a park map. I unfolded it and searched for the cabins, then cabin number 43. ...
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Her hope was to one day open her own shop, filled with the pale golden glory of the morning sunshine. She drew up architectural plans on her legal pad, scratching out lines that turned into doors and windows. Lots of windows. Two years later, her flowe...
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A Scar in the Forest
Cabin 42 was on the end of a long row of cabins. There was a family renting it, so I didn’t get too close. It was made of logs, 11 large logs high, as you would expect a cabin to be, and had a little porch that looked over the lake. Little window...
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Cabin 43?
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I expected at any moment to be caught by a ranger or police cruiser. Why would they tear down a cabin? Maybe I was mistaken, maybe this was a new plot for a new cabin. I spied something bright yellow stuck to a...
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Ranger Danger
Silently I walked to where the porch would have been overlooking the lake. Suddenly I was standing on that porch, looking over the lake just like this, only, arms were wrapped around me. I felt loved, I smiled. The big, strong arms were heavy and warm....
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The Concession Stand
“I don’t like mustard.” The words startled me from the memory. I looked up and around at my surroundings. I had drifted out to the middle of the lake. I had no oars. What was I doing?! I could swim, couldn’t I? I tried to find t...
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The Queen of Dietz Lake
“I’ll take you. Is that your boat?” she wrinkled her nose at the muddy vessel. “Umm, I found it, it was kinda sunk in the mud. I guess I’m borrowing it.” she helped me climb into her maroon and white boat and tethere...
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How Long Has It Been?
“So, was there a cabin 43?” I tried to sound nonchalant. She was quiet for a count of five. “You’re just one of THOSE people,” she huffed. “What? Who? I just noticed that there seemed to be one missing. That’s ...
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Journey to The Center of Your Soul
Your parents call you out of bed To tell you of a morbid dread. Cooling blacks and Soothing blues to help numb up and block the news. You tremble from your toes to head and try to sort out what they’ve said: You try to cry with heart of lead, And...
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A clockwork OZ
So there I was, your humble narrator, with his smashed up house lying on some old bag with some real nice ruby slippers. I figured I could cop them and have a nice evening at the milk bar. But, no all these little people have to run over and ask, am I ...
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Sub-Kibi Fic' Between (3/16/2009)
It’s not often one gets to jump out of a spacecraft. For emergency purposes, maybe, a crew can strap on EVA suits and abandon ship, hoping for a rescue. In ships capable of atmospheric flight, I suppose, one could bail out using a parachute. Unfo...
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Yellow Silk-like Rose [Retro Ficly]
On the hardwood floor are small square patches of early morning sunlight, glowing from the uncovered window in my bedroom. I can see the bright spots from where I lie in bed. I haven’t been awake for very long, but long enough to fully wake up and th...
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everything i need
“I made you a mix tape,” he said as he rummaged frantically through his coat pockets. He extracted a haphazardly folded yellow sheet of paper, unfolded it, and presented it to me with his typical lopsided smile. “This is a mix tape?&#...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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Yellow Petals
Gently, I sit up in bed, letting the yellow silk of the sheets caress me. I reach one hand over to the small table next to my bed, extracting the yellow rose from the small, narrow-necked prison it has been confined to through the night, while with the...
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Yellow Men
It was the night before Christmas When the yellow men came. They came from the doggy door, all looking the same. They were smaller than mice, and fat like a plum. They marched into the kitchen, singing about rum. I spied on them in a corner, where no o...
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The Mustard Yellow Sweater
I wore a mustard yellow sweater with a button collar white shirt on the very first day at my new school. I wanted to wear blue jeans but instead I wore khaki. All in all I was not very cool. I stood out like a beacon as I started up the school steps a...
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How To Get The Perfect Colour
“That’s not clothes, Jeff.” “Of course it’s clothes. I’m not naked now, am I? Then it must be clothes. And it’s warmer, rather tingly actually. Not too sure about that.” Jeff chucked the butter knife into...
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Jaspers Bunnies-kid poem-PART 1
This is a special story For a special tot, About all of her likes And the furry creatures she’s got, Her name is Jasper And she’s as sweet as honey, She cares for many, Many bunnies. Brown, white, or blue Splotchy, dotty or gray, She loves all her ...