Tag: fiction
group name: satisshroff
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September 29, 2007 06:18 PM EDT --
Walter's gaze settled on the playing children as he rocked in his porch chair, sipping lemonade. They know nothing of Before, he mused, and wondered if that was a good thing.
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September 21, 2007 08:00 AM EDT --
Would you rather I didn't see? Mae said, standing beside Brand who stood poised holding a gun at Claxton's head. Claxton was sitting in a chair bound by ropes around his arms. Brand‘s hand was . . . more
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August 21, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
Bonnie remembered the beatings; spankings; the nightly molestations in the dark room; the whispered taunts; drunken rages; head slaps against the walls; the far off calls of her mother downstairs.
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October 16, 2007 12:49 PM EDT --
Periodically, Ernie Johnson posts information on writing contests. One of his sources is “Funds for Writers.” Ernie has some current information and a link to these contests at CONTESTS from . . . more
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April 27, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
I notice there is a lot of interest on Gather in fiction writers workshops. Having participated in fiction critique groups on and off for about 25 years and coordinated them for nine . . . more
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September 20, 2007 05:07 PM EDT --
Is it true? This will be the first time?
Yes. You'll be famous, in an infamous sort of way.
Will it hurt?
Given the nature of the operation I would not expect much pain. You will have . . . more
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September 29, 2007 06:12 PM EDT --
Winston hesitated. Suncast shadows sketched a new black and white landscape in the snow, different after each big wind. The shivering reflex began even before he stepped . . . more
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April 21, 2008 10:35 AM EDT --
Well, after a few weeks when I didn't feel like choosing an installment, I got a message of concern from Tracey W. I haven't posted much of anything for about a month, and it's hard . . . more
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October 15, 2007 09:07 AM EDT --
"Mom do you love me? "Little Sara asked Riya with tears in her eyes.
Riya looked at her perplexed, "yes little angel, mama loves you .why this question?"
"Simran told . . . more
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October 25, 2007 12:30 AM EDT --
I'd like to blame my lateness in getting the selection made on jet-lag, but I think I just got side-tracked and off routine. That's what happens when I have too much time between . . . more
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November 05, 2007 06:24 PM EST --
Congratulations Tracey; although I know you didn't want to win by default, there were no other entries this time, and you did a great job tying it all up. You win the right to start . . . more
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August 22, 2007 02:21 PM EDT --
From where Clara stood, she had a good view of Manhattan. It was a shame it’d be her last view before jumping. Why not Paris or Florence with that view of the Arno?
If only Joey had not cast her . . . more
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May 23, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Anyone from the east coast will raise their eyebrows slightly when I mention where I was born, so if asked I generally say, "New England". If they continue to press, I answer, "Connecticut", . . . more
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May 29, 2007 11:04 PM EDT --
I want you all to know about a pet project I started tonight: Wikinovel. If you're familiar with Wikipedia (who isn't?) then you already know what it's about. I want to write a novel--collaboratively. . . . more
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October 19, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
I was sitting in the hammock tossing back a brew the day the snail rebellion began.
The snails were almost to my trailer stairs before I noticed . . . more
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October 09, 2007 08:07 PM EDT --
Wow, you two ladies do know how to make me work! In the end, there were just a couple of tiny inconsistencies that tipped the scale to Gillian N. Congratulations! Tracey, I loved yours,too, . . . more
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August 09, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
Kelly's smelled. A crackling eulogy of oak logs wafted from a wide fireplace through the dark paneled barroom where two decades of entrenched beer and cigarette odors were holding their own against . . . more
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September 10, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
Although it may appear that our two most loyal competitors in this story are simply "alternating" their installments each week, "it ain't so." In most cases, the scoring is . . . more
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January 31, 2008 01:36 AM EST --
Every day, he saw her reading on the bus. Some days it was a music magazine - always indie. Filter, or Blender, or Under the Radar - nothing mainstream, nothing so vulgar as to be sold in Wal-Mart or Target. . . . more
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August 06, 2008 08:26 AM EDT --
If Adam looks the guy in the face and shrugs, “I don’t know his name, dude,” then no one knows him.
Every other day, he walks into the camping store, itching his grimy scalp with long . . . more
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