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(500 words) - Captain's log, Star Date 21821237 – Captain Queen – SS StoryWrite...
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(506 words) - For three days she had taken an evening stroll through the grassy area winding among the palm trees...
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(550 words) - It was a hot, humid Sunday afternoon and for no particular reason we were wondering the streets...
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We spent a day and a half employing people to work on my appearance, the finished product, fair to average, probably six perhaps even seven
by wattle
4500 words, 49 comments,
on Apr 16 4:01 PM 2006. In Fiction
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“Mary, Ms Donaldson it’s time I’m afraid; I’ve made some coffee,” the cabin hostess of the Bombardier DB-700 Global Express XRS aircraft qu
by wattle
1500 words, 16 comments,
on Jan 26 8:15 PM 2006. In Fiction
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Both doors flung open, the effect was immediate; silence creating as if someone tripped on a cord powering the chorus of small talk. A roug
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She has a calmness that confidently greets the stranger long before speech is needed. Her curves stand out from a distance, the fill of her practical cotton shirt and faded blu
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Unable to fit onto the tarmac a C141B Starlifter stops on the taxi way, adjacent to the flying school club house. The whole district has turned out for the fanfare,
by wattle
100 words, 19 comments,
on Jan 7 2:22 AM 2006. In Fiction
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There is no turning back, I must keep running, another town another motel room. Wait the tables; don’t talk to anyone; stay anonymous, no heart, no soul; stay safe; stay fr
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It is with both anticipated jubilation and a touch of reservation that I carefully fold hospital tucks to the sateen duvet cover and carefully place the elegant lace nighti
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I was feeling both joy and reservation when I made my purchase. The woman in the travel agency didn’t appear to feel anything except my money, which she counted twice. She
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I will never know or understand what happened, I was standing waiting for my train, I knew he was standing next to me yet I was consumed in the paper and taking no notice. It w
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It’s 5:10am and I’m sitting on the front steps, again. It’s a curious custom, yet I’ve grown fond of it, it’s how I prepare my mind for the day ahead. It’s also the only t
by wattle
600 words, 48 comments,
on Nov 6 9:52 PM 2005. In Fiction
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Sports day, the dressing room, where assets are displayed without pretence. The confidence of a large cup size walking past, head held high, that sideways glance, not to see do
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Ordinary wasn’t a word anyone used to describe Kimberly. No one noticed anything at first, well that’s not true because Aunty Gladys did say she was a rowdy undisciplined child
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I guess it took me six weeks at teachers college to decide being a teacher was a career suitable for someone else. Still I was a teacher three years before I did anything about
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The evening grows cold, yet we must maintain our pose it is expected of us. We have the future prosperity of all our people resting in our arms.
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Captain's log star date 21820806 – Captain Nanase – SS Austin Healey:
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I’m just a dog everyone makes a point of constantly reminding me. “You can’t eat that, dog’s don’t like chocolate.” I hear this at least twice a day. Wouldn’t it make more
by wattle
600 words, 47 comments,
on Jul 30 6:43 AM 2005. In Humor
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The terror was obvious and immediate, Captain Kevin and First Mate Haikumonk were dead. Both bodies leaning forward, heads neatly downwards, supported in a bowl containing
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A Suit for the Cleaners
by wattle
1900 words, 11 comments,
on Jun 27 1:38 AM 2005. In Crime
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Overnight the container ship continued east, and by morning had passed along the southern coast of Sumbowa, south of Timor and cautiously negotiated the oil and gas platfor
by wattle
8900 words, 12 comments,
on Jun 26 7:17 PM 2005. In Crime
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There being no real need to rise early, no one did. It was almost eight before Slit opened her eyes looking around, becoming quite concerned she jumping out of bed quickly dres
by wattle
5300 words, 20 comments,
on Jun 6 10:16 PM 2005. In Crime
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Being so close to the prison complex and not wishing to risk their newfound freedom by chancing upon an off duty guard who recognised them, it was decided to eat in. Slit,
by wattle
2100 words, 11 comments,
on May 22 4:51 AM 2005. In Crime
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Slit returned from her jog ready for the luxury of a long hot shower. She carried a newspaper that had taken her eye on the stand out the front, had she been able to read t
by wattle
2600 words, 13 comments,
on May 6 6:04 AM 2005. In Crime
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Slit woke early as was usual, she jogged, showered, dressed conservatively, ate breakfast, then packed and checked out of the hotel retracing the journey to the airport by
by wattle
3200 words, 18 comments,
on Apr 26 5:58 PM 2005. In Crime
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Slit woke early at 5 am as she usually did and put in an hour jogging along the river. She showered, dressing similarly to last night using plainer materials so as not to d
by wattle
1500 words, 19 comments,
on Apr 26 2:07 AM 2005. In Crime
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”OK Guys, something has come up which is just too delicious to ignore, we have to act fast. Digit has been doing some research, probing this Brett crap-head. The guy is wit
by wattle
5000 words, 32 comments,
on Mar 30 10:32 PM 2005. In Crime
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“Luchi! What are you doing in my kitchen? I tell you fellow if you have made a mess in here I’ll have you on your back on the floor begging.” A rather bemused Teresa spoke as s
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At the risk of sounding like a complete winger, I will start by saying that, I’m a disappointment, my life sucks, all I ever do is dream and plan how to survive a future of doi
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My journey began on the 19th of April 2004; our Social Sciences Teacher had arranged for the class to visit the local nursing home. Interested residents were to talk to us and
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Momma are you all right! With a small jump and a shake, she turned towards the sound to see her daughter shuffling into the living room. Oh, yes dear I’m fine even better than
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The coroners report returned a closed verdict. It explained that she had stopped at the intersection for some time waiting for a break in the heavy north flowing traffic. She h
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Today has been identical to so many days and were it not for my pending execution at one minute past mid-night this evening, I might well have been overtaken with despair at th
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There had been a lot of tension in the house for several months and it looked as if it was coming to a head. Father was out working while Mother and the children were packing e
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