Stories by pyrrhic, by lifetime rank

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  • 9/9/03
    “The two women were alone in the London flat,” said the narrator in the tones usually reserved for observing lions in their natural habitat. Carrie changed the channe
    by pyrrhic 800 words, 2 comments, on Mar 8 11:46 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
  • Life was the hunt, the endless search for the smell of blood, permeating my nostrils, satiated with the kill. Life was the growl deep in my throat, so low I could hardly hear i
    by pyrrhic 300 words, 13 comments, on Apr 14 11:08 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • Love, Laugh, Live
    Key: ‘__’ denotes mindspeech
    by pyrrhic 1200 words, 5 comments, on Apr 19 9:04 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Science fiction
  • You sit down at your computer with that intense feeling, like orange rinds in the back of your throat. It’s always after you’ve seen something innocuous, everyday, but with the
    by pyrrhic 500 words, 2 comments, on Aug 25 1:38 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
  • He said her voice was beautiful today.
    And the wind blew, and all the golden brown leaves, exactly the color of his corduroys, danced across the concrete building. The patte
    by pyrrhic 400 words, on Oct 17 5:12 PM 2004. In <200 lines, Other
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