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Stories about Short story
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Follow F.F. Troubadour through a day in his life.
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She'd just divorced him and they were both in the back of the dusty parking lot of that wal-mart both of them hated on Sunday afternoons. He looked at their little boy who was buckled in his carseat in the back of her black M
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Missy lifted her nose into the air. Her golden muzzle quivered as she tried to make out the unfamiliar scents wafting through the air.1
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The old man wore back, from his large oversized head to his huge feet . . . when he spoke, his audience in the abandoned office block hushed, not wanting to miss a thing, as if he were a great oriental religious teacher whose
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There is only one way out for the master and his puppet.
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Cheese is goooooooooooood!!!!
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Ahhh, another random (but this one's REALLY short) short story! 
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The music, slow as it was, hurt his ears. He was unaccustomed to it after so much silence. Even the violin, which he knew so well, seemed to be noise instead of music and it broke his heart.1
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On what are now the grounds of a school in Techiman, there once stood a tree, with its majestic limbs spread to give shade from the West Af
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"Ella?" Jake grabbed my wrist.1
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Sometimes it is best not to discover whats at the end of the rainbow.
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The sounds of the moon song filled the air. The exotic sounds of the drums and flutes mixed together created a tune that I had never heard any where else. It wasn’t exactly like the Indian songs that sounded quite elemental a
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The air was hot and muggy, a gift to us from the early morning thunderstorm. Little rain had fallen, but to my people that meant less than
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It was here long ago where the rivalry got started. No one truly could understand as to why the family of one girl and a clan of vampires
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In the forgotten place the bench is alone again.
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It was a harmless question, from an innocent, short boy. When she turned to face the boy, she saw her daughter's eyes - they were dark gree
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“I really got to go. The bus is going to be coming soon enough.”1
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Little more than a pup, he has only just learned to love, and not yet, to have faith.
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A young man walked into a bar, a dark, black case in his hand. He was just passing through small Georgia town on his way to a better life,
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Talking to someone you love and knowing they don't love you back is like ripping off your own skin.
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The red sun sank slowly behind the hills, the last feeble rays gently waving farewell to the land that it had watched over while it had sha
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There once was a little girl who saw a blue jay in her backyard. She loved the way it moved and soared through the air, like it was weigtless. She wanted one of her own. She asked her mother for one, but she refused. She aske
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Marcus was always picked on at school, it was a nightmare. He would go to bed crying some nights, his chest sore from when people punched h
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A story based on the nursery rhyme Mary, Mary quite contrary.
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Rhiannon longs for the iron liquid and apon spelling the blood follows it to her own doom.
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