Tag: stories
group name: starvingartists
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April 17, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Lou buried his head in the pillow. The mosquito wasn't so easily fooled. The buzz sliced back and accelerated into his right ear this time. He slapped at it, hammering his ear. He tried to shake out . . . more
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July 16, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE . . . more
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August 13, 2008 08:32 AM EDT --
UPDATE AUGUST 14: Here's the link, it's online now.
http://www.readthehook.com/stories/2008/08/14/SHORTSTORY-Honenberger-DancingontheLedge-A.aspx
A quickie, guys, on Wednesday morning . . . more
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . . more
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February 18, 2008 06:11 PM EST --
I wanted to let you all know about a new market for previously published short stories. AnthologyBuilder allows you to choose short stories from their database in order to print a customized short . . . more
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March 16, 2007 01:33 AM EDT --
BLENDING
By Carol LeHane
© Carol LeHane
As he stood beneath Kertig's midnight setting sun, a luster shown on the thick armor that was Tuurek's many faceted, black-brown . . . more
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July 16, 2007 11:22 AM EDT --
I've just completed my first screenplay, a historical drama, and wonder what the next step is. What should I do next? The whole process is rather daunting, especially when it comes to a screenplay. . . . more
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September 07, 2006 06:43 AM EDT --
Thomas's eyes were bright and clear as he sat near the pond and a gentle breeze tussled his blond hair. He played in the garden everyday and the pond was his favourite place. He would sit and watch . . . more
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . . more
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February 12, 2008 12:29 PM EST --
I love good short stories. I love to read them and I love to write them. But I am puzzled. Is there anyone elso out there in Gatherland who reads short stories and posts critial comments . . . more
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April 11, 2007 05:36 AM EDT --
Comments and critiques to this story are eagerly sought and warmly welcomed.
Good afternoon gentlemen. How can I help you?
We would like to purchase two ice cream cones please. . . . more
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March 08, 2008 12:06 PM EST --
Welcome 100 word stories members and anyone else who finds this story.
"I am a great believer in luck, and I find that the harder I work, the more . . . more
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July 30, 2008 10:54 PM EDT --
If only she could remember how she got here. What was this place? She knew, but she couldn’t remember.
“… I just wanted to stop by and see how you,” the blonde was saying. Heidi was the girl’s name; . . . more
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August 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
My mom was a very fastidious person when it came to logging the first few years of her children’s lives. I have a very comprehensive . . . more
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August 02, 2008 01:28 PM EDT --
It used to be that civilians weren’t caught up in this stuff.
Missy surveyed the room. It wasn’t the first time that she had seen something like this, but this was the worst she had seen in a while. . . . more
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August 10, 2008 10:06 PM EDT --
This story won third place in a contest several years ago and was printed in an anthology of the contest winners. Inspired by a painting.
I move in to a new place, give up the cash I’ve hoarded . . . more
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August 12, 2008 04:03 PM EDT --
‘Miserly Murgatroyd mated madly. He planned it that way.' She scratched through the second sentence and wrote instead, ‘ It happened accidentally.' She stared at the . . . more
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February 13, 2008 09:41 AM EST --
I don't mean short story writers - you can be of any height, as long as you write stories.
Have you posted any lately on Gather?
I love to read short stories, and I also like to critique . . . more
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February 08, 2008 12:05 PM EST --
Welcome 100 word stories members and anyone else who finds this story.
"Yes, we love peace, but we are not . . . more
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July 05, 2006 11:22 AM EDT --
It was always Tommy. He spoke, and they crowded him with their eyes.
He was bigger than me, bigger than all of us, and sooner too. His hormones bestowed towering height and bulging girth. It seemed . . . more
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