Tag: drabble
member name: Wanda H.
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July 20, 2008 03:57 PM EDT --
I stand here, cheek against the door jamb as I watch you walk away from me. You said you'd be gone three days. It was business, you said. You didn't say anything about Deborah or the lease on . . .
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July 03, 2008 12:47 AM EDT --
I've lived next to the old house on Myrtle Street all my life. When I was little I wrote stories about it. I drew pictures of the house with bright paint, gleaming trim, lush gardens, . . .
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July 27, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
If only ... that clock would begin ticking again, adding up the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days. I stop, staring hard at it. The hands don't move. They never move. Believe me, . . .
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August 17, 2008 02:22 AM EDT --
"Mom, it's beautiful!" I twirled in my prom dress mom made from her wedding gown.
"You're beautiful Diane." She put her pearls around my neck. "Now you're . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:12 AM EDT --
"Now, what I want is... facts. What do we know, Anderson!" barked Inspector Harris.
"Burglar entered here, got some jewelry, was surprised by the owner while searching and got killed." . . .
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June 04, 2008 03:09 AM EDT --
She slinks along the alley, looking for ... what she needs. The hunger beats through her veins, ever louder, pulling her farther each night.
She slips into an ink spot of shadow behind a dumpster. . . .
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