Stories by Hiatus, by newest first

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  • Scream
    Remember the wonder you felt, stepping off the porch and into the dimming, cooling air? Remember turning with a delighted smirk, your eyes full of knowing and laughter? / / Well. / / All that is behind you now. You think back on it and for a min
    by Hiatus 1000 words, 4 comments, on May 15 6:52 PM 2007. In Other
  • The cool leaves breathe against your skin.
    by Hiatus 900 words, 3 comments, on Dec 14 8:25 PM 2006. In Erotica, First person, Truthful
  • Hope lives with Love
    by Hiatus 5500 words, on Dec 9 12:39 AM 2006. In Romance, Tragic, Young adult
  • You can always try again
    by Hiatus 400 words, on Dec 9 12:13 AM 2006. In Romance, Tragic, Young adult
  • Choke
    I can't stop coughing. It feels like my insides are going to bubble out of me, I'm laughing so hard. Jack passes the bong around again and I'm lost in smoke and a laughter I ca
    by Hiatus 400 words, 3 comments, on Nov 12 7:08 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Final
    Breathe. Dear jesus, just breathe. He begs his lungs to operate. He begs his chest to rise, to fall. He begs his mouth to open, to gulp air. Finally, his body responds, a quick
    by Hiatus 500 words, 3 comments, on Oct 5 9:38 PM 2005. In <200 lines
  • Moving on
    By the time I actually got to the office, my contemplation of the downward spiral of my life since Estelle had died had faded to a dull roar. I was still needed as a functionin
    by Hiatus 500 words, on Aug 8 12:11 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • The Letter
    To my darling Veronica,
    I'm terribly sorry that I cannot stand to remain any longer. Life has not taken a turn for the worse, nor do I feel as if I am breaking, no, my darli
    by Hiatus 600 words, 2 comments, on Jul 11 7:02 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Revelation
    It's funny the way you never notice people until they're involved in some horrible tragedy. The way your life is secret and private and closed off from everyone else until one
    by Hiatus 600 words, on Jul 8 5:58 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Drifting
    For me, everyday is just some empty, hollow shell. I wait for that last screech of breaks that finally ends it, but it never comes.
    Waking up is like re-entering hell. Sleep
    by Hiatus 500 words, 1 comment, on Jul 7 3:56 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Unsure
    "when you remember the lives that have come before me- when you remember the sacrifices and tears and trials that made me- when you remember the beginning, and eventually, the
    by Hiatus 500 words, 3 comments, on Jul 5 4:31 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Other
  • Obsession
    Xander Benson stepped from beneath the awning of his battered house. Weathered yellow paint peeled in long, uneven lines from the sun bleached wood. The geraniums planted last
    by Hiatus 3000 words, 2 comments, on Sep 21 10:16 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Rain
    The rain sheeted down over the sad, huddled buildings of downtown Portland. People hurried to and fro, eager to escape the pelting cold that berated them from all sides. The di
    by Hiatus 7000 words, 14 comments, on Jul 10 4:02 PM 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Other
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