Tag: writing flash fiction
member name: Charles Lennox
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June 05, 2006 04:48 PM EDT --
My roommate finds an animal on the street and wants to have it as his pet.
"Pets are not allowed in the complex," I tell him, . . . more
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October 08, 2007 05:20 PM EDT --
Piggy. That's what we call the fat boy across the street in the purple house. The fat boy we make crawl on all fours without a shirt on so the lonely afternoon sun lashes his pale skin from bone white . . . more
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May 09, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
Congratulations!
Congratulations! You are the 1,000,000th visitor to this article which means by simply clicking on this ad you will become eligible to receive a special prize in a box professionally . . . more
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June 21, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
Sandy is an octopus and not. She was born with seven arms, and in the eyes of the cephalopod world this fact alone disqualifies her from being considered a true octopus. (After all, only males . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
"What's taking so long?"
That's me, waiting my turn in this bum human line of depressed and weary souls in this bum and godforsaken drugstore. I look back and there are ten faces, . . . more
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July 24, 2007 04:28 PM EDT --
First Kiss Lips
In the town next to mine lives a girl who still has the lips of the first boy she kissed.
The kiss took place after school, and pressing their lips together was a sparkling storm . . . more
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September 10, 2007 12:07 PM EDT --
Dear Charles,
We would like to accept (Unraveled) for Vestal Review. We no longer
publish all our accepted stories on the Web, but continue to publish all of them in
print. Your story will come . . . more
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October 09, 2007 05:26 PM EDT --
The boys drove late in the night wearing the smell of beach and bonfire smoke in their clothing and hair. At a red light he shifted the car to park and stepped out and popped the trunk open and emptied . . . more
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October 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
In the neighborhood lived a lion and an antelope and the two fell in love. They were both young and bored and thought themselves misunderstood and took comfort in the other's company. Their love, . . . more
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October 11, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
The early morning now and you wake in bed and there, scrawled on the ceiling in black paint or motor oil, is a choice. Sleep all day, it reads. The words light and airy within your head. You notice the . . . more
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October 16, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
The chair is your dad's. A white fabric recliner someone dumped in the alley. The seat cushion is spill stained and the armrests frazzled to the point where thin locks of padding can be tugged out. . . . more
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March 28, 2007 07:45 PM EDT --
The Gifted Citizens of Pearl City - Episode #01
Presenting Our Hero
By Charles Lennox
It is our honor to present to you our hero: Bill Macy.
Bill, by some miraculous accident, found . . . more
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April 29, 2008 04:18 PM EDT --
Sir! Magazine has accepted my new story 'What the Other is Thinking' for publication in its premiere issue, which is slated to appear sometime in June. Once the story is up, I'll post another . . . more
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June 19, 2007 02:25 AM EDT --
No one in the office was able to work that fateful day. The workers sat motionless and erect in black and gray office chairs, fingers hovering a breath above their keyboard keys. Everyone quiet save here . . . more
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November 14, 2007 12:38 PM EST --
Begin with a memory. A memory from the childhood you left abandoned somewhere in that uneven and distant horizon, where suns no longer rise, but set and burn the earth top a charred black. Think . . . more
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April 26, 2006 04:17 PM EDT --
Flash Fiction is pleased to announce its second short fiction competition.
As of April 19, 2006, Flash Fiction has been accepting entries to its second short fiction competition . However, unlike . . . more
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May 19, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
Less than two weeks remain in Writing Flash Fiction's short story contest for the month of May . Many great entries have been submitted by our fellow Gatherers and can be viewed on Writing Flash Fiction . . . more
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October 06, 2006 04:57 PM EDT --
Out-of-towners visit to try our famous split pea soup. To bury a forgotten relative. When they happen upon the floating girl they think she's a ghost. No, no, a local then has to explain. She . . . more
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October 16, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
In the dream she'd wandered a wood packed in snow and was without her left arm from the elbow down. Blood dripped out from the severed arm and imbued half her side in a red that gleamed in the darkness . . . more
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October 19, 2007 03:28 PM EDT --
She tells me about the gossip early one morning in someone's office with the lights off and her back pinned against the closed door, our faces so close I feel her breath puffing against my mouth . . . more
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