Tag: creative writing
member name: Lune Wolfsong
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February 16, 2008 04:31 PM EST --
From everywhere they came,
thousands of silent voices,
clamouring to tell stories,
make an audience laugh,
share dreams and visions,
create worlds.
Lotus petals opened,
old wounds cured, . . .
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March 29, 2008 01:35 PM EDT --
It was nothing personal. Hers was just one more computer his found unprotected and installed a keylogger. Soon he had a list of account numbers and went shopping.
She pulled the overdraft . . .
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July 05, 2008 04:38 PM EDT --
It's always warm here, in this meadow. Peaceful, with the flowers dancing in the breeze. I could play here forever. I have so many other children to play with, and Grandma is here. She doesn't . . .
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November 14, 2008 11:56 AM EST --
She paused, spectral hand on the gate, but she did not look back. They had loved her well, and she them. She understood it all, now. Free . . .
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June 04, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
The Aunties on the bank were Keepers of the Seeds, waiting while the young ones prepared the ground for planting under the direction of the Grey Ones. The young ones were city-born, but learned quickly. . . .
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June 26, 2009 04:29 PM EDT --
I've seen the light of yet another town disappear behind us as I follow her footsteps into the night.
Shuffle, drag. Shuffle, drag.
Five times we've fled, the corpses of her victims barely concealed, . . .
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April 05, 2008 02:55 PM EDT --
Written for the 100 word stories group, with the requirements that it involve Octophobia and mention the reason for the fear.
The paperwork mocked her with . . .
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April 13, 2008 04:42 PM EDT --
Choosing a photo from the box, the little girl said: "Tell me about this one, Grandma."
"Grandma" laughed softly. "He'd been up all night, nervous. And . . .
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April 20, 2008 06:13 PM EDT --
It was a warm, slow day for people-watching. The hours brought few entries in her notebook; she lost herself sketching.
"You know, she thinks it's ghosts."
"What, . . .
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May 06, 2008 05:32 PM EDT --
A thousand bodies huddled in the entryway of Bunker 13, waiting. It seemed they held their breath as one. Valerie wondered if they all were thinking of the thirteenth planet, doomed to cross their path . . .
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May 19, 2008 09:50 PM EDT --
Glory waited at the edge of the dance floor, all of four years old, straight and tall in her regalia. Grandma Hattie watched closely, even as she beaded, but Glory seemed unaware and needed no reminders . . .
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May 27, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
Humans approached with soft steps, stopping beneath Grandmother Cedar, where we dwell in rich damp earth and dappled sunshine.
"Here are lamb's tongues," the adult told the . . .
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March 16, 2008 12:11 AM EDT --
for Judi J, who inspired me to tell it, and encouraged me to try this form.
She sat in the sun's warmth, leaning over tarot cards, attempting meditation. Concentration . . .
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February 07, 2008 12:02 AM EST --
Once upon a time there was a woman who was given three gifts: Wisdom, Abundance, and Spirit.
This woman was the type of person who sees the glass as always half empty, and, grasping and seeking, cannot . . .
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