Tag: fiction
member name: Alison Pearce
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July 07, 2008 06:58 PM EDT --
Most of you will know me as writer of somewhat dark and speculative works, the following piece is a real departure from that genre. Before you read I would like to give you some insight into my inspiration . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Dave sighed with exasperation.
"I saw a woman!' Peta insisted, ‘This place is haunted. Shouldn't the real estate have told...?'
The door had slammed behind Dave. Peta . . .
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July 30, 2008 11:23 PM EDT --
If only there had been some warning. A hint of the catastophe to come. But there hadn't been. We'd watched the missiles in shock and horror.
The atmosphere was so thick that it . . .
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September 16, 2008 08:15 PM EDT --
They were whispering in the corner of the room, certain that no-one could hear them.
Jonathon and Susan didn't notice how close Henry was to them. It seemed that Henry's presence . . .
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October 24, 2008 12:52 AM EDT --
‘Don't worry,' Ada crooned to her constant companion, ‘There's somebody in the next village who knows how to deal with these things.'
Betsy stared into Ada 's . . .
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December 31, 2007 06:59 PM EST --
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March 19, 2008 08:47 PM EDT --
This is a work of fiction created for poetry play on words. Any similarity to real people or situations is entirely conincidental and the fault of the key word not the author!
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March 26, 2008 10:58 PM EDT --
I looked through the photographs on my desk, wracking my brain for an angle. The shots had been provided by an anonymous source- perfect for my disclaimer - but there was nothing sensational about . . .
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May 21, 2008 08:00 PM EDT --
It was the first day of winter that he'd left me. He accused me of being as cold as snow.
"I need warmth, the fresh blooms of youth," he'd whined as he'd walked away . . .
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May 21, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
A Little Each Day
It's been a year since we last spoke.
Me and the kids have been so mad at you.
I'm sorry I found it so hard to forgive you.
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May 27, 2008 01:14 AM EDT --
It was usually a curse. An unbearable pain and sense of dislocation that made Carrie sick. Right now it was a gift she could use to make her grandmother's final moments beautiful.
Carrie . . .
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December 12, 2007 12:39 AM EST --
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March 16, 2008 07:53 PM EDT --
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April 16, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
'Prop him up on my shoulder, Dad,' Fran hissed through clenched teeth while trying to maintain a realistic smile.
'But, Frannie...'
'Will you just do it,' Fran snapped, . . .
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May 01, 2008 08:52 PM EDT --
' Car eful.'
Car ol took Car l's hand and stepped down from the horse drawn car riage. They stood on the red car pet looking at the old rail car s that had been . . .
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May 06, 2008 07:22 PM EDT --
It had been thirteen years since we were first married. Only thirteen days after our wedding, Ken had first hit me. Since then I had been to the hospital thirteen times with bones broken by . . .
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June 04, 2008 07:30 PM EDT --
Of Rats and Rabbits
Bang! Thump! Moan! Giggle!
Henry rolled over on his lumpy mattress, cursing the paper thin walls separating his bedroom from the bedroom in the apartment . . .
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June 18, 2008 07:21 PM EDT --
I remembered him too well. He wouldn't remember me. There were far too many of us, and besides, I had changed significantly.
My hair, the way I dressed, my body shape, even my name. . . .
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June 24, 2008 09:09 PM EDT --
Eyes gleaming, the beggar plucked the golden apple from the tree branch and tucked it quickly into his pockets. With a skip in his step now that he was rich, he continued on to town.
At . . .
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December 04, 2007 06:08 PM EST --
Ch arm aine breathed in the w arm , jasmine scented air deeply, thinking wistfully of the white, snowy Christmas’ being celebrated in far away lands on the other . . .
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