Tag: short
group name: gatherism
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February 03, 2008 03:54 PM EST --
A collection of short stories.
I had one pair of pants and two shirts. Literally.
I was in middle school and image was so very important. I was overweight and underdressed. . . . more
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February 02, 2008 01:47 PM EST --
A collection of short stories.
I could play my life like a movie in my head. Reel after reel.
I remember walking the halls in the old elementary building. I was in the 4th grade. . . . more
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February 03, 2008 08:27 PM EST --
In my life the bad times are ingrained but so are a few of the better times.
I was in the 9th grade and I had been going down hill for the last 2 years.
I was fat. I both welcomed this . . . more
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January 21, 2008 02:35 PM EST --
"I won! I won!" I shouted out from my computer as my husband was walking by what we call 'the computer room'.
"What'd you win?" He paused to ask.
"The . . . more
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February 27, 2008 03:04 PM EST --
My response to a passed along writer's prompt (write a short story which includes the words bridge, bell and 5 pounds of coffee)
A Lucky Day
The salt air hung . . . more
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February 03, 2008 07:23 PM EST --
Most of us can pinpoint a day that has changed their lives. Marriage, the birth of a child, the death of a loved one.
I was sitting in typing class. I was in 7th grade. Things had . . . more
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December 10, 2006 11:59 PM EST --
There it goes again. That wonderful cart being pulled by that beautiful horse. Its muscles are big and strong, and its walk is full of pride . . . more
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January 11, 2007 03:06 AM EST --
In the sixth month, on the sixth day, of every sixth year, ol’ Satan plays his meanest trick on the unfortunate people of Gaska. This one day of Panaricka Month, as it was . . . more
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May 22, 2008 06:04 PM EDT --
She knew she was in trouble the day her husband died. She hadn't planned on that unexpected twist. If anyone knew her life, REALLY knew her life...on first observation they would see his . . . more
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April 07, 2007 12:03 PM EDT --
Conclusion . . . more
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April 17, 2007 08:42 AM EDT --
I lie here wondering where I am. These thoughts empower my mind; make me think that I should be in my happy place as I stare up at the ceiling. I hear a faint noise, but I ignore this . . . more
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March 06, 2008 02:24 PM EST --
I guess you might say I was a drifter. After my tour of overseas Army duty, I went back to my old neighborhood, but things had changed. My first day back should have certainly been a clue. There was no . . . more
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January 17, 2007 08:04 AM EST --
“Time lurks,” said a man to his wife.
The wife responded with, “What?” from a sideways glance, as she continued putting on makeup and brushing her hair.
“Yeah, time lurked . . . more
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August 11, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
My childhood girlfriend
doesn't remember me
but I heard something
creak behind her eyes
when I said her name
I could see the hands
of recollection hauling
rope through her gaze
and dragging the . . . more
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August 19, 2008 01:26 PM EDT --
Dear Diary
Today I was humiliated. I just don't understand why my mom can't recognize that I'm grown-up now. But no, she insists on treating me like a child. She picked out a dress for . . . more
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September 02, 2008 11:02 AM EDT --
You know there's something so therapeutic to me about writing with a piece of paper and pen. Everyone I know thinks I'm so old fashioned.
"Computers would be so much easier," they . . . more
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February 07, 2007 09:42 PM EST --
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July 08, 2007 08:10 PM EDT --
1.
A man with a gun
is an elevator operator---
going down?
2.
she said I was her knight---
so I took two steps forward
and one to the side
. . . more
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July 25, 2007 06:56 PM EDT --
My name is Kay Daniels. Well, at least it is today.
And this is my collection of keys. House keys, car keys, locker keys. One vintage skate key.
These notched pieces of metal hold my memories. . . . more
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January 13, 2008 10:32 PM EST --
Boredom was the bane of Nephi's existence. Like most boys his age,
Nephi loved to kick balls, make mud pies, or smite stones with rods.
But such activities are impossible while riding a camel. . . . more
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