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The clicking of her heels that she probably bought at Nordstrom’s echoed down the long bleached white hallway of the psychiatric floor. She walked with assertion and dignity. And although you had never metby Kk9626 500 words, 2 comments, on Oct 4 9:15 PM 2007. In Flash fiction
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Her back ached from bad posture and her face felt old and weathered from the fixation of a rough frown upon it. The sunlight seeping through the canopy of trees covering the road struck her face like a hot iron rod. She glancby Kk9626 200 words, 2 comments, on Oct 4 8:50 PM 2007. In Flash fiction
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It was time. We all knew it. We heard the explosions, the bullets, screams...it was our time to go. Before we jumped, Chris took me to the
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by jannieballiett 2400 words, 3 comments, on Aug 28 5:17 PM 2007. In Flash fiction, Historial literary, Literary fiction, Literary thriller, Thriller
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Mummy left yesterday. I don’t know where she’s gone, Daddy won’t tell me. He took me to Playgroup and Nanny picked me up. Nanny wouldn’t tell me where Mummy went either. / Daddy shouted at Mummy last night. I was suppo
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When we were young, you knew the meaning of every flower. / The first you ever gave me was a yellow chrysanthemum, bowed beneath the weight of its own petals. You left it on my favorite park bench, slipped between the
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I hear the soft thunk of the elevator doors opening, and a slow, confused shuffle as my fellow passengers push out into the hallway. Thoughby Bitter Irony 800 words, 8 comments, on May 23 5:53 PM 2007. In First person, Flash fiction, Other, Romance
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He keeps flipping the bookcover, back and forth, back and forth, each tap of his fingers against the glossy cardboard echoing down the library aisles. Back and forth, back and forth as he sits stiffly in the armchair by the curtains that smell like book-bby Bitter Irony 400 words, 7 comments, on May 22 6:23 PM 2007. In Flash fiction, Other, Present tense, Romance, Third person
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I should have painted you on canvas. / I wasted my last one two weeks ago on a watercolor abstract, one of those angry clouds of green andby Bitter Irony 300 words, 13 comments, on May 22 12:16 PM 2007. In First person, Flash fiction, Other
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The girl he had chosen was very young, the glow of her innocence still radiating from her face. What impressed him the most about her, however, was her rich blood. The aroma of its coppery sweetness filled the air like the sby Rune Morose 400 words, 8 comments, on Apr 6 10:49 PM 2007. In Crime, Dark, Death, Fiction, Flash fiction, Horror, Other, Weird
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The unrelenting rain pelted angry droplets of water at our shared umbrella. The walk from the parked car to the overhang of our front door
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