Stories by procrastinatrix, by newest first

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  • sea of Club Milks
    Is it wrong to be inspired by someone on drugs?
    I feel powerful, I feel heroic, I feel like I could save the world, I feel like rock stars
    by procrastinatrix 200 words, on May 4 11:38 AM 2006. In Fragment, Other, Rawrawrawrawraw
  • Seven-Eleven
    An attendant's nose was still bleeding, blood dripping onto the floor. The gun was still burning in his pocket, begging to be used, but it had been left all alone there, no smo
    by procrastinatrix 2300 words, 4 comments, on Mar 8 1:19 AM 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Sneakers
    Remember the days you loved so much without ever consciously acknowledging your love?
    Remember the hot July hours when you were six, seven, eight, and all you had to worry a
    by procrastinatrix 900 words, 2 comments, on Mar 7 7:09 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Leia - in progress
    'You've been questioning whether you'll ever have enough money to get the things you want and need.'
    Her eyes fell forward to the floor, where the other remnants of Sunday's
    by procrastinatrix 1600 words, on Mar 7 6:55 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Roadtrip - in progress
    I'm in the front seat of the car, Mom's behind me feeding the kid and Dad's driving, hunched over the steering wheel and frowning through the windshield. What annoys him so muc
    by procrastinatrix 800 words, 1 comment, on Mar 7 6:50 PM 2006. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • I'm a robot and I stay up late and I have no feelings
    I'm six; we live in Conneticuit and we're moving for the first time I can remember. We're outside Annie's house, Annie is my best friend, the domineering, bossy, talkative sort
    by procrastinatrix 600 words, 3 comments, on Mar 4 2:25 AM 2006. In <200 lines
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