by OnMiOwnNow2, April 17th 2010 in Fiction
Passing Whispers, my first novel, is a paranormal romance which will be published by Devine Destinies in the fall of 2010.
CHAPTER ONE
It was almost 10:30PM on December 15th. Detective Endel Sorra pulled into the first convenience store he came across on his way home from work. He parked beside the only other [...]
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by Phil, September 22nd 2009 in Fiction
Wow. It was hot. I got up off the ground and opened my eyes. I saw fire, lots of fire. Someone’s house was spitting flames in the air while firemen tried to drown the thirsty flames with their fire-hoses. The heat pouring out from the house seemed to singe the hair on my arms and [...]
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by DrKankles, September 7th 2009 in Fiction
Prologue
Spence’s computer hummed to life with a quick flip of his wrist. He waited for the obligatory pomp and circumstance of incomprehensible words and code to run their course. After a few moments his folders finally materialized on his monitor, but the hourglass turned methodically letting him know that the computer was [...]
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by Jim Beare, September 1st 2009 in 3 Lines
A Story in 3 Lines:
A Story In 3 Lines:
Me – “I’m leaving you.”
You – “Where will you go?”
Me – “Home.”
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by Jim Beare, September 1st 2009 in Uncategorized
Lori – “Hello? Hello?! Kevin?!”
Lori walks over to Kevin
Lori – “Are you deaf?”
Kevin – “No. I’m just done listening”
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by mikal9300, August 9th 2009 in Driving Over Water
Writing Prompt: “Driving over water had always made him nervous, but this time…”
—Driving over water had always made him nervous, but this time he knew that it had to be done, that there was no way around it. In the near distance the massive bridge jutted out of the cold water like some [...]
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by mike, August 7th 2009 in Fiction
Joe was a tailor. Fell in love with his neighbor. He was sixty-seven, she was twenty-two. He walked three blocks to his tailor shop every morning. A brisk, confident stride a guy should lose well before he approaches seventy. He’d slow down as he passed her brownstone, turn and look into her bay window, hoping [...]
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