Tag: writing
group name: fiftyworders
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April 10, 2006 02:33 PM EDT --
For Moya's fiftyworders:
She left me sitting on the bed, alone and confused. My lip was burning from her touch, my heart lacerated by her words. The bare bulb hanging from the ceiling dared me . . .
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May 23, 2006 09:36 AM EDT --
As the sun slipped below the horizon, the town square began to fill with cloaked figures. The chosen ones strained to identify the surrounding faces eerily illuminated by torches held high overhead. A . . .
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October 24, 2008 12:10 PM EDT --
They'd found each other at last. After days alone in the hot desert sun, Elizabeth began to hope that they might be rescued. The mere sight of Robert walking toward her buoyed . . .
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April 28, 2006 02:20 PM EDT --
Fortune cookie says, You'll find love today.
I sit in a corner, a dark tall corner of a dark tall building. Will my lover be fat, deformed, untidy? A dripping faucet? Other people join me. We build . . .
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April 12, 2006 01:51 AM EDT --
"Hi, Mom!" - Fiftyworder
Phone rings.
"Hello."
"Hi, Mom!"
"Hi, Handsome! How's school?"
"Fine. Just thought I would call and say hey."
"What's . . .
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June 04, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
"The choice is yours, my love." he whispered tenderly into her ear. How she had longed to hear those words.
Years of self denial were now, in an instant, dissolved, as was her will . . .
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April 07, 2006 12:33 PM EDT --
A man imagined a place he'd rather be and sketched it on paper. One day, while walking, he found the place he created. He sat on an ice bench under a tree covered with fruit, the wind scented of roses. . . .
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August 04, 2006 04:54 PM EDT --
The picture did the son no good. But the name.
Two prostitutes knew the man he was looking for. By the wharf, one said. No good nothing, the other said.
Abandoned industrial building. The man lay under . . .
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April 18, 2006 06:55 PM EDT --
She took a doll and whispered her secret into the cotton stuffed ear, then trashed it.
But the doll mysteriously began appearing; on her pillow, at family dinners, sitting on a picture of her dad. She . . .
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September 09, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
New clothes. Sharpened pencils. Spiffy backpacks. New faces and familiar old ones. A new school year begins. There is happiness, but also comes sadness. Happiness is knowing my babies will grow up knowing . . .
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May 05, 2006 02:41 PM EDT --
Poor Kitty - Fiftyworder
Mr. Clean, the automatic pool cleaner, glided along the bottom of the pool. The long hose dragged behind broke through the top of the water sporadically spraying water. The . . .
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June 07, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
We found him like this, the soldier said.
My brother returned from the war alive as a statue. He did not speak, move, eat, but his heart beat and lungs filled with air.
We hoped, but he remained the . . .
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April 14, 2006 11:40 AM EDT --
…and she'll respond the same way. Then they'll avoid one another, not touching or being in the same room for long. When they talk it's: How was work? Busy, you? The same. After . . .
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April 17, 2006 04:04 PM EDT --
He was born with four legs, two hearts and three brains.
When he was older, the parents asked, "Will you be donating your extra . . .
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September 10, 2006 04:07 PM EDT --
If you don't know the history of my troll or the theme song to Rawhide, you might not get this.
Trollin', trollin', trollin'. Trooooooooooooooooollllllll. Trollin', trollin', . . .
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September 25, 2006 06:06 PM EDT --
My other half is missing. Now I'm split down the middle, one leg, five fingers, half a mouth. How did I speak before her?
I hop through town, my vacant pant leg flapping behind me like a flag. . . .
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May 05, 2006 01:43 AM EDT --
This town is full of Nobody's.
One day, a Somebody arrives. All the Nobody's follow him, craving him intimately and delicately. A Nobody, tired of the Nobody life, licks him. Like honey. They . . .
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
They stood in the rain on an empty street.
"No one, Kelly, means more to me than you."
To him it wasn't a mere line, some commonplace phrase. He meant every word.
"Cut," someone . . .
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