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slayqueen

The fight

In a world strength is key.

Naomi opened the gate as she was greeted by the creaking noise of the hinges. The sight of the rose bushes along the cement walkway was an astonishing sight to see and smell. She let her fingertips graze along it as she walked. Feeling the silk-like petals of each flower she passed, she couldn't help but love the feeling. The moment she had got inside, she murmured to herself that she...Read On

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Rumple_deWriter

How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about any confusion, honest. Truth be told, this assault on good taste and English letters is concerned with the fine art of creating attention grabbing hooks in the opening lines of your...Read On

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tom8o

Last Minute

He’s been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. Half his life. He’s spent countless hours over the years tracking her down. She’s married to a wealthy man and lives on the coastline of Massachusetts. She’s a professor of Spanish at a small college. Ironically, when they were together she spoke no English. But things change. Life changes things. And today the old man will...Read On

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Ping

Re-Gifted Misinformation

We can't always believe what we are repeatedly told (and sing about)...

Santa uses flying caribou, not reindeer. It’s true. Reindeer and caribou are the same species and essentially the same animal. However, and we’ve all seen the pictures and movies, the jolly fella’s sleigh pullers are pretty big. Reindeer are diminutive in comparison, more like a stocky, white-tailed deer. It’s believed that the caribou’s Canadian Arctic diet is the main reason for the...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

Time and Tide

“Hattie!” she shouted out with excitement. “You didn't!”

“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town house, a puzzled frown on her pretty, young face. “What came this morning, Hattie?” Harriet's face was flushed with excitement as...Read On

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slayqueen

Readers Lament

Last chapter is all done. Too bad it had to end. It was my favorite one. But I still highly recommend. Too bad I finally closed the book. Got to start with a new. What it needs to be a hook. I need find the best too. I need one to make me laugh true. And to make me cry out of happy. Not something that can make me so blue And I wouldn't mind if it was so sappy I want one that can keep me up...Read On

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TurbulentSea

At War with Myself

for those of us in some kind of war with ourselves

Every day I'm at war with myself. I am fighting a war that I did not sign up for. I don't feel human anymore, just ground up, powered bones. I feel like an invisible ghost that no one can see or hear. I have nightmares and insomnia and I don't feel safe, even at home. I'm still stuck in my war, fighting by myself against my worst enemy-me. If I hear a helicopter my body tenses up. I need...Read On

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Ping

Santastronaut

Some truths about Christmas that we've always known, but have rarely acknowledged...

“Santa works at the North Pole,” the boy told his younger sister. “He lives there with Mrs. Claus, his team of elves, and his magical flying reindeer. “Wrong, big brother,” his sister replied. “Santa’s from outer space.” “Outer space?” the boy gasped. “He is not!” “Is too!” “Is not!” “Is too!” “Shhh,” their father hushed as he entered their kitchen. “I told you two to use your...Read On

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slayqueen

Hello?

"Ah, sorry for bothering you again Axel, but I guess you must be really busy huh? Anyway, I was just calling to check if you got any of my messages and I really… I really do want to talk to you, if you could please call me back? We should catch up! It's the same number from high school so-" The answering machine cut her off and Axel stood next to his home phone with a dark look on his...Read On

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maryruth

Every Morning

I am on my way The day about to start To have your words Feelings of love Happiness too Smiles and laughter Bright sunny days Is what you bring Early every morn Around five o'clock ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

So You Wanna Be A Writer

Inspired by Rebellious_Soul... Rebs We live in an era of over-abundance right now. Too much of everything. It’s a candy store with endless glass counters filled with chocolates and caramels and sugary what-nots. We don’t even have to take a number. Just walk in and help ourselves. The internet has laid the entire world at our feet. I can be in India or Kenya or the Philippines in a...Read On

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LEMF

A whisper in time.

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slayqueen

Asylum- Ch.2

The next morning Eric was escorted to his cell under strict watch after completing his three hour therapy session, with the same results as day one. Not a damn thing had changed in his behavior or his way of thinking. As they neared his cell he could smell an unusual stench, to say the least. He couldn't quite describe it, but it made his nose curl in disgust. The guards stopped their march...Read On

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slayqueen

Asylum- Ch.1

He spat in the guard's face and managed to shove him to the ground before two more restrained him. While he struggled and thrashed violently, he slammed one man against the wall and the other against a filing cabinet. You'd think they would learn not to try and take advantage of him. He may be crazy, but he sure as hell didn't bat for the other team. The warden's voice boomed through the...Read On

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Obituarius

Dear Santa

Dear Santa. All I want for Christmas is something for ED, constipation and some Polident. And if you think about it, bring me a broad who doesn't have varicose veins or a goiter. Also, a new blow-up doll of Tammy Wynette. It seems the old one sprung a leak and is now in space, somewhere over Miami. I understand that I got failing grades on being nice but hemorrhoids give me a...Read On

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Obituarius

Obituarius, Vampire King

The elder mummy foretold me, as I was entwined in gauze and stood in sand to my knees; “Don't be exorcised by a two-faced omen.” The pain engulfed me as I withered, then was reborn as dead. Like gypsy moths in caravans, a brethren of the damned. Moving across Europe when present-day England was nothing but a rock. Giving mortals a new kingdom of the un-dead. A glorious aspiration long...Read On

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Survivor

Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

With thanks to Gypsy

Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas time. The Nutcracker ballet comes. Tiny dancer is a ballerina. Dancing on pointe. Not really. Sigh. Some day. "Little one, where...Read On

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LauraDanielle

Kings and Queens

Yet another body parts story.

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed...Read On

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TurbulentSea

Bank Job, Chapter One

Elizabeth Priffore smiled as she fixed herself a cup of tea in the break room. It was almost time to meet her sister for a late lunch/early dinner. She and Leslie would have fun eating and catching up with their current crises, large or small. It was exactly 3:45 pm Pacific time when the five person crew entered the bank. They were dressed in male and female bank suits, the same ones...Read On

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Obituarius

Boo

If I had the skills of Shakespeare, I would be Poe's ghost. Given my proclivities for the dark and pale strangers who lurk. But seeing as I have no time for talk, I let my pen squawk. Pounding sand for my fans. I play not a fool for those who seek a bed of eggs for their basket. Because my yoke is for those who play by the Ouija, in my mind's abyss. The ossuary of my Bic's and Paper Mates. ...Read On

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Wordpusher715

When an evil man dies...

...the fear lives on.

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rantingsenior

Two Blankets and a Stick

My annual contribution; a song I wrote for my cousin as a Christmas gift.

Well, I wrote the followin’ song for my cousin as a Christmas gift. She got kinda mad at me when I told her instead a payin’ the cemetery folk to put blankets on her mom and daddy’s grave to make ‘em easier to find in the snow, we could just drive big sticks into the ground. She’s gonna be buried with them, and she worried ‘bout how I might tend her grave if she went first. So I wrote...Read On

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DenimAngel
online

Scamp's Adventures #3 : A Picnic Adventure

what new adventure

Scamp, the monkey, and her friends are going on a picnic by the stream that runs near the farm. They are all excited about it. All of the animals are going on the picnic. They are all having their favorite foods. Of course every critter has a different favorite food so they need a really big picnic basket. Lady packs up the wagon with the basket and blankets for the animals to sit on. ...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Aminals

“I am Mother Nature, and I hereby call to order the first annual meeting of the Bureau for Oversight and Observation of Beasts In Existence. Our mission here at B.O.O.B.I.E. is to design and implement the types of animals that shall roam my earth.” “Well, I for one think it’s about time. The plants have taken over this place. There’s not any place to walk anymore.” “Shut up Clyde. You’re...Read On

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Survivor

He Called You Darlin'

One more time

It's been so lonely, you are thinking, and this happens. These simple words make you hope, it might be. You always recognize your own hope appearing. "Hello darlin'." That's what he said. He's flirting, you consider. It startles you a little. It's been awhile. At least, since it wasn't someone that was overbearing, rude. Yes, you wonder, is this one going to be rude and mean. You don't...Read On

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Wordpusher715

The Ghosts of Time

Richard finds his life's work...

“Let’s call this class to order, shall we?” The Professor looked as aged as the two-century-old building he was teaching in. Dressed smartly for his age though, he had the physical presence that outstanding educators naturally possess. Selecting a book on the wooden table in front of him, he opened to the marked page. “The great Albert Einstein said: The only reason for Time is so...Read On

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TurbulentSea

Pieces

I am still whole. I recently saw a younger picture of myself at six. There aren't many pictures of me smiling as a kid, but I am beaming ear to ear. My smile is infectious and as bright as the sun. I assumed incorrectly for eons that my destiny was taken from me, that fate had ruined my chance to be anything that I want to be. I am grateful to know that I have much potential, the same or...Read On

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Dreamcatcher

Christmas, My Ass

Christmas. Twinkly lights. Bright colored wrapping paper. Curly-Que ribbons. A tree taking up valuable space in your living room. Now, because of greed and sucker marketing, it lasts for two months instead of one. I hate this time of year. I also hate Thanksgiving, birthdays, weddings and funerals. Usually, anything involving people. I know. Hard to believe I’ve been married to the same...Read On

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FrustratedSpeaker

Desire of the Samurai Chapter 2

Marriage was the last thing on her mind. Marriage was what he thought of all the time.

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Wordpusher715

It's a Wonderful Wife

She knows what I need...

My wife is still in bed as I close the door behind me and leave her to peaceful slumber for a while longer. It's 7:45 AM and I'm late. I jump in the truck with my roll-around briefcase and pull out the driveway headed for work. My mind flashes on the fact that I don't have my glasses on. I know that I don't need them to drive and I can wear my reading glasses at work but still... Less than...Read On

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The fight

How To Be A Happy Hooker: musings on openings in literature

Last Minute

Re-Gifted Misinformation

Time and Tide

Readers Lament

At War with Myself

Santastronaut

Hello?

Every Morning

So You Wanna Be A Writer

A whisper in time.

Asylum- Ch.2

Asylum- Ch.1

Dear Santa

Obituarius, Vampire King

Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

Kings and Queens

Bank Job, Chapter One

Boo

When an evil man dies...

Two Blankets and a Stick

Scamp's Adventures #3 : A Picnic Adventure

Aminals

He Called You Darlin'

The Ghosts of Time

Pieces

Christmas, My Ass

Desire of the Samurai Chapter 2

It's a Wonderful Wife