Tag: short-story
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The Old Woman
Prompt: Write two versions of the same story, narrating back and forth between a ‘now’ scene and a ‘then’ scene. Version A should be in first person or third person, version B should be in the other. Version A should be all in present tense, all in past tense, or ‘now’ in present tense with…
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Your wish becomes somebody’s command
A dull yellow schoolbus rumbles to a halt and out comes a sole student – Mitchell Green. Without looking back, Mitchell begins his short walk home – no more than a mile. He feels the bus rumble away behind him, the vibrations pulsing through the road up through his sneakers and body. A forward swing…
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The Foranfolk
A cold rain battered the inundanted little village of Foran. Its residents and families lie huddled together in their fauna-based communal homes, nearly resembling penguins, though they knew not of this. Lightning crashed, rooves leaked, and mothers hushed babies’ cries, but still the Foranfolk persisted. Spark shimmered his way into his father’s lap, and the…
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A Surreptitiously Obtained Roll of Film (Part 2)
Part 1 Marty plunged onward into the all-consuming dark of the warehouse, his phone’s flashlight doing little but draining battery. Minute after minute passed as Marty crept foreward cautiously, hands and arms extended, careful not to trip over something or bump his head into something. In this fashion, he lost all sense of distance, direction,…
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Two hippos go to church
The heat wave in the summer of 1954 scalded Boston, Massachusetts like a burn from a hot stove. Those folk in the North End fled their stuffy homes for a chance of a cool breeze from the Charles River or the Harbor, while those in the South End flocked east to the Old Harbor’s beaches.…
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Not Meant for This
Marco lived with his family in what was once referred to as the northern part of Canada, though that had little bearing in his life. He did know that he loved his woodland home, a true natural paradise it seemed. He also knew some inklings of the beforetimes, both from what he could discern from…
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Why shouldn’t your tools be beautiful?
“Nicholas, pass me the tack, please?” Gregory called to his son from the top of his ladder, a handful of finishing nails strewn across the small platform in front of him. His attention focused on these beautiful nails, and he began pushing them around with the back of his finger as if something soft would…
The AM Intrigue 