Sunburn
Jan 14, 2014, 1:31p - Fiction
In the end, the sun burns out.
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It's 2012. But humans have roamed this planet for 200,000 years, so I suppose it's actually something closer to 202,012. If you estimate 20 years per generation, humans have persisted for 10,101 generations. In the days of our great10,098-grandparents, there were no farms, no roads, and no cities. They had ... more »
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A time for feeling
Nov 12, 2013, 11:37p - Fiction
After the first year, sadness hit. It stayed, an unshakeable tug down. Not that he wanted to shake it. It was novel and curiosity encouraged exploration. He hung to the secret hope that now was the starvation that meaned the food.
After the second year, dimness enveloped. Darker and hazier the world became. They still went to the same parties, ... more »
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Chester
- Dec 22, 2013, 6:27p
U okay?
Snowman
- Jan 3, 2014, 1:24p
The post was posted within the category of fiction, but it is rather bleak, with the depression described without an accompanying cause. I hope that the post is truly founded in fiction, any relevance to the concrete would be regrettable and invoke my deepest sympathies. The quality of the writing is clear and concise.
Coming home
Nov 12, 2012, 8:13p - Fiction
What to do, what to do...
Bill waited, tasting the smell of the cold metal. The taste rang in his teeth. What was he supposed to do now, he wondered. His wife had just died.
He went home. He drove the 30 miles in a bit of a fog, on the cruise control of his mind. Every day of the ... more »
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Adam Sanchez
- Nov 13, 2012, 12:46p
That feeling when coming home and the lights not being on symbolizes the extinguished flame of life.
nikhil
- Aug 20, 2014, 8:24p
He was alone. It was dark, and he hesitated through it. Not just the walls, but the objects that stood in front of them, were flat. His movements blind reflex, his mind but a stowaway on this ship of a body. He could hide up here, but he wondered for how long. The time would come when he would have to climb down from the treehouse and face them.
The Wingless Wombat (Fiction)
Jan 16, 2006, 8:15a - Fiction
The wily wombat was prancing through the fields of wheat on a quiet, overcast day. As he bounced, he began catching tufts of wheat in his fur. The faster he caromed through the fields, the more wheaty he became. Bouncing and bouncing, faster and faster, higher and higher. Soon, the flecks of wheat had assembled into two wheat wings, and ... more »
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The Crying Turtle (Fiction)
Jan 13, 2006, 8:28p - Fiction
Before the birthday of his friend the elephant, the turtle was overjoyed. He had written the elephant a set of stories about their adventures together, and he was looking forward to giving the collection to him. My, what an exciting set of stories they were. The turtle had met the elephant when he was 12 years old, and in the ... more »
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The Walrus and the Fairy (Fiction)
Jan 12, 2006, 10:08p - Fiction
Barreling through the woods, the walrus chased after the fairy.
“Come back here, you little scoundrel,” he yelled. “I will get you, you know I will.”
The fairy was excited. She’d never been chased by a walrus before and she was quite enjoying it. It was a great workout, much better than going to the gym and flying on an ... more »
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Cracker's Canoe (Fiction)
Jan 11, 2006, 10:18p - Fiction
(For the past 3 Christmas', I've written Becca a series of short stories. I'm publishing them on my blog over the next 9 days)
Cracker's Canoe
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As the waves rose high above, Cracker dug his oar deeper into the black, brackish water, muscles near cramping. This was the worst storm he’d seen yet – and it had only just ... more »
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