Tag: fiction
member name: Lynn Doiron
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EDT --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . .
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February 09, 2008 04:46 PM EST --
Dear John,
In person would be better. Or by phone. But you've dropped off the face of the earth again. . . .
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September 19, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
"So? How's the addiction going?" She's my daughter and she believes that the ripe old age of thirty-eight allows her to tell me what to do. . . .
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January 30, 2008 03:15 PM EST --
The plane was half full out of Atlanta; I took the empty last seats on the wide side, stretched into a loose question mark across the three narrow spaces, and snoozed. A mark of . . .
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July 25, 2009 02:24 PM EDT --
In the process of writing a novel inspired by the life of a woman who died in 1936, what began as one story meant to fill out the true life of a true person who lived recklessly, a dare-devil by all accounts, . . .
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January 30, 2008 01:23 PM EST --
[readers, this was published on gather in response to a "first line" challenge. thanks for your consturctive criticism. I have implemented many of the suggestions, changed the verb tense, . . .
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August 02, 2009 08:38 AM EDT --
I live on Santa Rosalia with three other dogs who really live there and let me hang with them. Their owner, her name’s Jan, when she has Rafa bathe Munchie, Beanie and Rufus, she gets him . . .
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November 24, 2008 12:59 PM EST --
A poet is writing a word on a leaf, one word among thousands of words on one leaf among infinite numbers of others. When the pen nib scrapes, the celadon veins are quiet.
They map the . . .
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July 29, 2009 04:40 PM EDT --
In my daydream we are riding a train and the tracks are not smooth; the train is not new but from the turn of the last century, perhaps 1920 or 30. Velvet curtains with fringe hang at the windows, . . .
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August 05, 2009 02:49 PM EDT --
The True Life Adventures of Irene in White Tights does not deserve the underline distinction, that long solid line denoting a manuscript has metamorphosed from 8 ½" x 11" letter-scored pages . . .
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January 14, 2008 06:26 PM EST --
Benjamin Rosenbaum wrote "The Orange" and the editors of Flash Fiction Forward put it on page 135 when W. W. Norton Company were clever enough to publish the 80 stories Jim and Bob (Thomas . . .
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August 30, 2007 01:09 PM EDT --
If only I hadn't been looking for sea glass that Thursday on that beach, I wouldn't have spotted what looked like a discolored tongue. The beach was Pete's Beach and for a Thursday . . .
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January 06, 2008 08:27 PM EST --
Sad pear cools his palm;
Wasps sated by nectar wells
Cruise pear cider drifts.
Buzz of drunken stingers' wings--
Eyes following in wound eights. . . .
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February 16, 2008 06:02 PM EST --
Late Cretaceous Period Bio-Moment: He was nameless then. So was she. And the island where they browsed was green and wide. Some raptors had been bullying, causing neighbors grief, . . .
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September 16, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
The secret's simple and the kind of secret a lot of girls have. But this one's been blown, is leaking up and down Main. By six the whole town will know. The hens at the . . .
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January 24, 2008 08:56 PM EST --
[word count 494]
When Interstate 5 replaced Highway 99, business life faded along a two-mile stretch running into and out of Snidely, California. Andre's House . . .
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January 15, 2008 11:29 PM EST --
Remember? Remember when Butch and Sundance kept looking back over their shoulders and no matter how hard they tried they couldn't shake the group tailing them? Who Are Those Guys, . . .
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September 06, 2008 10:48 AM EDT --
You lock the door after you leave and try the knob again to be safe, wondering who invented locks in the first place and the purpose for having one on a door nobody opens or tries to open but you. . . .
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March 19, 2008 02:09 PM EDT --
Ghev and Xia were lovers in a time when the volcano that built the continent of Atlantis hadn't yet broken the surface. They were young and Iguarian, which is to say they were less than seventy . . .
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