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July 2013 Blog Posts (30)

Guest Post on Fresh Crumbs on an Old Loaf

Come and read my flash fiction, The Next Day, over at David Eccles' site.

Added by Sheila Hall on July 27, 2013 at 23:58 — 2 Comments

Mornings

I remember mornings.

I remember peeling myself from your side. I remember the sudden determination of your grasp as I finally resigned myself up. Cold mornings would be spent quietly padding downstairs, waking up slumbering heating so wouldn’t shiver when you eventually got up mid morning. I remember dressing myself in front of you, the way you loved my staid teacher’s uniform. I remember the hug as you pressed yourself close. I remember your words “this is where I feel safe”. I…

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Added by mark jones on July 27, 2013 at 22:24 — No Comments

Prey

Her heart fired rapid beats within her ear as it ricocheted off her rib cage, repeating the taunt, "You’ll get caught."

He was behind her.  And…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 27, 2013 at 1:00 — 2 Comments

Enchanted Christmas

Christmas morning had birthed a fresh layer of downy snow that glittered like diamonds under the early rays of sun.  Through frosted breath, I watched a doe and her fawn play at the wood’s edge. 

I'd always believed this time of year held a special kind of magic.  I guess that’s why it’s always been my favorite.  But you knew that,…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 25, 2013 at 15:00 — No Comments

Haunting the Haunting

The Tiffany lamp flickered a soft yellow radiance that cut through the darkness.

"Who's there?" she demanded, trying to hide her…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 25, 2013 at 3:00 — No Comments

What is it, Son?

That feeling crawled up his spine, commanding every hair to stand ready, and although the sensation had already woken him, he still didn’t want to open his eyes.  By doing so, he’d be acknowledging that it wasn’t a dream that had caused the eerie chill.

With a determined draw of air, he parted the darkness.  In the doorway stood a…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 24, 2013 at 4:00 — No Comments

Identifying the Body

Once the door closed with a solid clack behind me, reality kicked me square in the gut.  Nothing could’ve prepared me for that room.  Or its smells.  Just beyond the primary odors of antiseptics, there was an unmistakable…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 24, 2013 at 1:30 — 2 Comments

Red Light Special

The game was even more titillating under the glowing red than I could have imagined.  I was finding it difficult to keep things under control, but I had never lost control before.  This was not my first time and I’d become quite the…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 23, 2013 at 22:00 — No Comments

The Rocking Chair

She had always hated those eighteen-wheeled behemoths, she thought while her knuckles whitened and her fingers dug into the steering wheel at the sight of metal, pointed teeth bearing down on her in the rearview.…

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Added by Ann K. Boyer on July 23, 2013 at 22:00 — No Comments

THE WINTER MONTHS

I could’ve loved the death of nature, embraced it like a friend.

I could have loved all things white.

I could have loved winter, gladly faced tomorrow gallantly in your company. Braced against the blizzards of misfortunes, I would’ve battled to the death for love.

I could’ve…

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Added by Salvatore Buttaci on July 20, 2013 at 16:30 — 6 Comments

Too late for regret

He decided on the bus terminal.Maximum impact.He sat on the bench and placed his backpack on the floor at the same time checking the surroundings.Minutes later,he slowly pushed the bag under the bench with his legs.Looking around he got up and started walking away from the terminal He walked casually ,then briskly eventually breaking into a run periodically looking backwards.After some distance,he stopped.This won't do,he felt.A feeling of guilt engulfed him looking at the humanity around.He… Continue

Added by Mathias Danaraj on July 17, 2013 at 9:33 — No Comments

Break & Enter

The city was still, night lay heavy upon it like a smothering hand; darkness stifled the air like a spell.

The streets glistened, damp with evening rain. Black Hand Bill slipped down one street and up another, avoiding the puddles so not to mark his passing with any sound. Occasionally lamplight would blossom in the dark, swelling the swirling fog from the river with its haggard sheen; Bill peeled off the street when one of those…

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Added by Paper Wizard on July 17, 2013 at 0:20 — No Comments

Baroness

Free in the azure, grazing clouds.

A wild high-spirit in the fathomless expanse.

They said if you rode high enough, that frost would fleck your face, the air became as thin as a dying man’s breath, and just before the God of the Skies struck you down for flying…

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Added by Paper Wizard on July 17, 2013 at 0:16 — No Comments

PRAYERS FOR THE DEAD

Tallith at his stooped shoulders, Rabbi Davidson recites Kaddish, keening with loud lamentations that will not wake the dead.

A survivor of Nazi atrocities, the memories of which still, after all these years, plunge him into nightmare, he prays to the God of…

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Added by Salvatore Buttaci on July 15, 2013 at 14:00 — 2 Comments

La Tristesse Durera

I pulled out my gun.

She screamed.

I produced my badge.

He sighed.

Added by William Forbes on July 14, 2013 at 16:47 — No Comments

A Few Attempts at MicroFic

I'm extremely new to flash and micro fiction, but I've been practicing really hard.  I've posted these at Writing.com and the like, so I thought it would be fun to post them here as well.  Let me know what you guys think of them, please?

1. Hope

I undo my seat belt, then try the door and windows. It’s too late. Pressure clamps the doors tight and the power no longer works. I need to get out of the car. I don’t want to wait for it to fill with water first, but it’s…

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Added by Angie_Fayre on July 11, 2013 at 6:17 — 5 Comments

"Do It!" 2

"DO IT!" 2

His mouth was dry.

Beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead even though it was a chilly February afternoon.

Roger told him to pick it up but his friend Brian said not to.

They talked in the deserted aisle, but Roger was strong willed and the dominant one and got his way.

David picked up the knife and saw his weathered face reflected in its’ ten inch blade.

“Do it …” said Roger.

David walked to the…

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Added by S J Alexanderson on July 10, 2013 at 12:54 — No Comments

Uncanny Love

Strolling in that lush green park, quiet and afar,

Hands held tight and minds on the top most flight.

Our minds jingle, hearts tingle,…

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Added by Kripali on July 10, 2013 at 12:44 — No Comments

New story entitled "Do It!"

"DO IT!"

“Do it,” said Roger.

“Don’t,” said Brian, “It won’t end good man.”

“For God sake, pick the damned thing up.”

Roger as usual had his way. He was the strong willed, dominant one of them.

David saw his face reflecting off the highly polished blade. He knew what he had to do, Roger had made sure of that.

He strode purposefully towards the counter as the two other men melted back into the depths of his troubled…

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Added by S J Alexanderson on July 10, 2013 at 12:35 — 1 Comment

Mr. Contradict

"Mr. Contradict."

"No it isn't."

Added by S J Alexanderson on July 10, 2013 at 12:24 — No Comments

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Who Do You Show Your Stories To?

Started by Daniel Hale in Sample Title. Last reply by Mary Chandler Nov 9, 2015. 3 Replies

I'm still working at the story-a-week thing, and keeping up with it so far. One thing I'm wondering is who I should show them to to get feedback. Some of these I want to put in the novel/collection…Continue

A Formatting Question-- How would you...?

Started by Angie_Fayre in Uncategorized Sep 2, 2015. 0 Replies

Okay, I know that there are about 3 instances where you'd regularly use italics in fiction: showing foreign/made-up goblidigoober words, "indicating mental thoughts" and putting stress on words being…Continue

Publishing Percentages!

Started by Naomi Rawle in Sample Title. Last reply by Gia Lee Jul 19, 2015. 3 Replies

Do you send everything you complete off for publication? What's your written/submitted ratio like? What do you consider a successful percentage? Or do you go for quality over quantity! (I mean…Continue

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New works: published and otherwise.

Started by Zachary T. Owen in Sample Title. Last reply by Naomi Rawle Mar 27, 2015. 4 Replies

What stories/books/poems/novels have you recently completed or had published?I'll go first:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDvvPFBisAA^This…Continue

Blog Posts

Title Advice?

Posted by Daniel Hale on December 14, 2015 at 18:29 0 Comments

I just completed, as near as I can tell, my first book: a collection stories disguised as a novel. I do currently have a working title that I was initially happy with, BUT it may now be too obscure or inapplicable.

The title as it is now is "The Psalterdemalion." This is a combination of two of my favorite words: Psalter, which is a small book of psalms, and Tatterdemalion, which is a man dressed in multicolored rags and tatters. My thinking was that the man character, a story thief,…

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A Memory Resides In Soho

Posted by Ronnie Capaldi on November 24, 2015 at 21:06 0 Comments

A Memory Resides In Soho

On the 1st August 2015 a special night had arrived for seventy-five year old Robert Harris and his seventy-two year old wife Barbara.  Robert was nattily dressed in a blue suit and Barbara looked elegant in a long flowing…

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Final Stretch for my First Project

Posted by Daniel Hale on November 16, 2015 at 2:41 0 Comments

So I've got my stories together for my first collection, and am currently working on the connecting narrative. I haven't even thought yet how I'm gonna get this published. Gotta start thinking what I need to do. 

Premonition

Posted by Ronnie Capaldi on November 12, 2015 at 17:40 0 Comments

Premonition

Mark stood on a sea cliff top. A wave below roared in and sprayed out a ferocious impact. Its retreat left a glistening carpet of foamy shale. To his left, a slender figured girl appeared, dressed only in a skimpy black nightie. Her blonde…

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