Tag: short stories
group name: enthusiastsofall
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May 02, 2008 07:04 PM EDT --
"Jenny, where are you going?" I asked, my hands already shaking. She turned towards me, no pity left.
"We've been over this. You know, I'm done. Really, I just... let's . . .
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January 25, 2007 12:23 AM EST --
My doctor gave them to me, and said they would cure what ails me. Still, I hold the bottle in my hands--trembling, shaking in uncertainty. If they work, these magic capsules could bring me heavenly . . .
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May 28, 2008 09:51 PM EDT --
Since we have spotlights on our profiles now, I'm going to be spotlighting indexes that link to some of my previous content.
This one is an index to all my creative fiction content on Gather. . . .
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August 22, 2007 07:44 PM EDT --
"Don't worry, Allah is with you." The man spoke in Arabic into the ear of his son, whose eyes were frozen. He closed his son's eyes and held his hand, as they moved the gurney down the . . .
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May 24, 2007 12:16 AM EDT --
A wooden hall, one table and a steel fold out chair was where Frank Morrison sat. He was waiting for the second person to audition for his community choir. Frank looked at his watch and sighed.
He had . . .
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March 24, 2008 04:19 AM EDT --
"Anyone can paint an apple," said Pablo Picasso. The question is, are you a true artist? Can you paint an apple that is hanging from a tree, a tree that holds a tree house belonging to a sad . . .
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March 17, 2007 12:02 AM EDT --
I found Abuela like an accident, when I wasn't really looking.
I'd been in California two years by then - it was already starting to make me jaded. I was working a fish market, packing boxes with . . .
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March 07, 2007 10:42 PM EST --
(This story has been published in It Takes All Kinds. Part of a series called Michael's story - for more of this series, click here. )
In winter, Wednesday is soup day at Java the . . .
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February 03, 2007 01:48 PM EST --
Submission Guidelines:
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June 16, 2007 03:11 PM EDT --
I reach my hands deep into the freshly tilled soil and fell my way around until my hand strikes a cluster of hard round objects. Smiling I grab of the potatoes as I can and toss them into the large wicker . . .
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January 02, 2007 04:12 PM EST --
FOR MORE LINK TO THE "GET OUTDOORS" GROUP ABOVE
A Season in the Whites, Part 3
Tonight is the last night I will be enjoying the company of the nine other AMC employees with whom . . .
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October 18, 2006 10:32 AM EDT --
This is a "must read".
"Beauty: When the Other Dancer is the Self" by Alice Walker
here is the link,
http://www.udayton.edu/~compfun/ENG272/A_walker.htm
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October 26, 2008 04:03 PM EDT --
I just ran across a site called Duotropes Digest . It is a database for writers' markets in short fiction, poetry, and novels. You can run varying searches depending on your needs.
Just thought . . .
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February 10, 2007 12:53 AM EST --
Michael's story on Gather:
These are the Michael-stories I have posted so far. I will keep updating the list as I add more. There is no particular order in which they must be read. Some are full . . .
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February 05, 2007 02:30 PM EST --
Tentative list (so far) of Contributors for Plain Spoke Vol. 1 no. 1
Short Stories:
"The Lotto" by Tim Davis
*"East Carson Street Parade" by Cindy Kelly
*"Memories of Liquor . . .
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February 05, 2008 01:46 PM EST --
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November 30, 2006 01:52 AM EST --
You don't expect your life to change forever on a balmy, September evening walking to the ATM to get some money for dinner. But mine did.
I was reveling in the tropical warmth of the Brisbane air . . .
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January 30, 2007 07:40 PM EST --
Matty Be Good
a short fiction by Laura Cushing
I didn't argue none when daddy told me Matty weren't no good.
Wouldn't have helped -- he wouldn't have believed me none. . . .
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February 13, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
When I was fifteen, money was tight. My mother'd left the summer before, and my father had started pissing all his money away on drinking and useless things to try to fill the empty spots in the . . .
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April 01, 2007 06:11 AM EDT --
MISHA
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Pamela Tyree Griffin
Misha quickly goes for my breast. She sucks my smooth mound - just like a baby. If she would speak, she'd say how much she loves me but she just makes those sweet noises . . .
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