Tag: 500 words
member name: Alison Pearce
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March 11, 2008 11:52 PM EDT --
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April 24, 2008 01:41 AM EDT --
Ant hony popped another ant acid into his mouth, trying to ignore the strange puiss ant smell of floral deodor ant and ant iseptic coming from the woman with the flamboy ant bouff . . . more
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March 25, 2008 08:52 PM EDT --
Mrs For man performed a double-take as she came to a for k in the for est path. To her right, Mrs For man could hear animals as they for aged for food along the . . . more
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June 18, 2008 08:42 PM EDT --
Machinegun fire pepp ere d the hill above the trench. One of the younger soldiers whimp ere d as he fell, a blossom of blood flow ere d on the chest of his tatt ere d uniform. . . . more
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June 17, 2008 07:59 PM EDT --
I took a drag of my cigar and blew the smoke from my mouth, gaining a surreptitious glance of my quarry in doing so.
Casual. That's the key in my line of work. Every move, every word must be . . . more
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August 11, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
Lightning cr ack led above, setting off firecr ack ers behind his aching eyelids. The cold b ack splash of a water puddle thrown up by a passing car washed over J ack . Opening his bl . . . more
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April 15, 2008 08:44 PM EDT --
Susie and Roy emerged from the g rot to hidden beneath the spacious lawns and looked up at the g rot esque architecture of the building, it's grey and dull appearance softened only slightly by . . . more
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June 26, 2008 08:10 PM EDT --
The s tor m hit as Vic tor stared out the window, watching the tail reflec tor 's on the jani tor 's mo tor bike disappear into the gloom. The trees of . . . more
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June 24, 2008 08:39 PM EDT --
Sandra woke to the song of the tide coming in, that unique mix of crashing symbols as the waves lapped at the shore and the gentle rolling drums of the water swelling and collapsing. . . . more
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July 10, 2008 06:49 PM EDT --
Row ena had g row n up on this lake, spent the best years of her life here before her mother had tragically d row ned. The gentle splash of the oars propelling the row boat around the banks . . . more
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February 19, 2008 06:33 PM EST --
As this weeks keyword is son , I cannot resist dedicating this story to my son , Andrew. Andrew's favourite, non-intellectual, hobby is scaring the wits out if me. . . . more
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