November 2010
17 posts
John & Jean
by twentythreetimesthree
Widower
No one ever accused the man of being impractical; in fact he was typically regarded as practical to a fault.
The years following my grandmother’s death led my grandfather to over indulge in his own brand of ridiculous and eccentric practicality. Having no car and a weekend job close to his house allowed me to bear witness to his peculiar lifestyle closer ...
I want to write. Look, I even started...
by whygrowup
So I want to write. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write. And I have a story. Wrong again, I’ve always had a story. The character? Doesn’t matter. Let’s just call him a boy.
What is the boy’s story? His story is very small- He is growing up. OK, that’s rather too small. So how long should it be? Should he grow up a few days or a few weeks or a few months in every story? Or should...
Falkner
by birdmasterfalkner
The elegant master peered out the window hopelessly once again. It had been two weeks, one day, three hours, and fourty minutes since he had last heard from his partner.
Morty, the leader of the ghostly Ecruteak gym had left town for “business” reasons. Falkner, always trusting the leader, thought nothing of the notice and nodded approvingly. He helped the blond pack his...
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Soulless
by Tanvir Singh
‘HE’S ABOUT TO JUMP, SOMEONE STOP HIM!’ shouted Marko.
‘DON’T DO IT DAN, DON’T DO IT!’ added Joe to the already high level of pandemonium.
Despite everyone’s efforts, Dan still jumped out of the hatch. He was very close to being caught by Greg, but got out. He was very crazy, trying to fight the Annihilator by himself. You would need at least 20 ships to defeat such a formidable...
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The Sherlock Case #First Encounter#
by leymahoney
This is something I came up with today. It’s a work in progress, possibly a first chapter of a new book. I just wanted to see what people thought. Happy reading.
The security guards doing their patrols didn’t see anything unusual. They didn’t see the black-clad figure climbing over the fence. They didn’t see her drop to the ground and stealthily enter the security tight...
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Let Go, Aleksandr
by leymahoney
I was ten when my mum died. I remember the day clearly. I was in a bad mood when Mum came into my room. I told her to piss off. She grabbed my skateboard and said, ‘Let’s see how you go without this!’
I jumped off my bed and grabbed it, yelling at her to give it back.
‘Let go, Aleksandr,’ Mum said.
I let go of the board and Mum went flying backwards into the...
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Distasteful Old Friends
by colvinwilt
Maybe the hooded overcoat was overdoing it, but this was my rain-drenched evening by the blurred streetlamps of Oscuro Bridge; and I had opted, perhaps unconsciously, to suit up before I went to work this morning. I was probably hoping to appear incognito. I knew I was being tailed. I may have once again lost this sadistic game of elusion. I’ve been playing it since I was...
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Change
by Jennifer
Intro
Savanna Quinn was trapped. Trapped in all the thoughts that haunted her. Every night she has nightmares about what happened to her. Its was all a blur. She couldn’t believe anything. Anything.
Savanna’s POV
I lived in Gotham. The city of crazies that jump all over town. They robbed banks, stole jewels, and kidnapped very important people. But there was one...
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The Transporting Girl (Part 1 of 3)
by leymahoney
It was a dark night. The road was covered in a thin layer of water; remnants of a late night shower. A stray cat darted across the street and squealed when a harsh light appeared.
It started directly over the road and was small at first. But soon the light had grown and it blinded the cat. The cat was thrown backwards by a strong gust of wind and it ran away into the night.
Suddenly...
Thirty
by starsfadeblue
This isn’t really finished, but it’s an idea I’ve been wanting to get down for the past couple of days. I might add to it at some point, but if not I’m sure you can fill in the blanks - you’re a smart bunch.
I was born with the power to see thirty seconds into the future. Once I dated this girl but I got bored after a while, because she was boring. I wanted to break up...
Forebodingly
by colvinwilt
You breed me. No, not porn. But the skeleton of it. Around and around, the flesh wraps us like scarlet ribbons. Like films of skin, glowing and reddened; sewn together to form a monster from the pieces you’ve cut. Perhaps it was the vodka that startled your ground. Splintered the armor you’ve built, I get it; because once, a long time ago, I’ve worn it, but not less awkwardly....
A Night Scene by Nathaniel Hawthorne
by rossencraft
[ From SKETCHES FROM MEMORY ]
The steamboat in which I was passenger for Detroit had put into the mouth of a small river, where the greater part of the night would be spent in repairing some damages of the machinery.
As the evening was warm, though cloudy and very dark, I stood on deck, watching a scene that would not have attracted a second glance in the daytime, but became...
#34 from 'Posession' by Kathryn Diaz
toseektofind:
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She made me flush somewhere between hatred and shame; I had always been fascinated with girls like this—girls I wanted to be.
The English building was for writers and poets. She was slender, reveled in an absence of awareness like playing hopscotch with your eyes closed. You don’t know if you’ve got it right but...
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You had me at hello
by amapofmyheart
Curious
I can’t help but wonder
what is going through your head? And what
are you like? A world
of possibilities, you are.
Like my first time watching
the sun bulge up and over
the horizon- something everyday, and yet
something so magical.
Miracles happen all the time,
right under our noses-
we just don’t care to see them.
I feel like I know you, and...
The New Poe of November 2010 is: Leigh!
Leigh’s story, Glass Jars, impressed the judges with its ghostly atmosphere and careful development of tension. Congratulations, Leigh - you’re $20 richer.
If you didn’t see Glass Jars, here it is:
glass jars
by Leigh
The small bits of light crossed through the split in the curtain, falling in and reaching towards the small wooden table. The table that had many indents...
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Everywhere
by Leigh
His blood was everywhere
My hands shook, but I didn’t move
My voice was shot, completely gone
I tried to say his name
But I knew I would get no answer
The furniture in the shack was tossed everywhere, tossed around as if they were made only of paper
The laptop was gone
They found us, they found him and they took the information
I followed the blood trail with my eyes, but tore them away...
October 2010
24 posts
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A Boy Named John (Part Two)
by leymahoney
Two boys were fighting a man to the death. All three had powers. The man was trying to kill thousands of people, he was hell bent on killing everybody he could. The two boys fought him. One had red hair and blue eyes, like me. The other was a blonde, his eyes a dark green. The blonde had amazing healing powers; he was far more powerful than any healer I had encountered. The red...
