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Storytime, storytime hooray
The rain pounded down on me as if I had lost a bet, the pale yellow light from the street lamp illuminating my slouching, wet body. The cold downpour soaked me through my overcoat and clothes, water beaded up and ran down off the brim of my hat to join the puddles at my feet. It was a lonely night on a lonely road in a lonely city and ( Read more... ) -
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A young woman sat on the dock of a lake, playing with her auburn, braided hair and trailing her bare feet in the water. She occasionally swirled them around to make ripples along the surface which disrupted the reflection of the crescent moon and the stars which peppered the clear spring sky.
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More writing from me
As they crested a particularly large hill, the land suddenly spread out below into a flat, wide field. It was surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence which stretched along to meet twin strips of woods. The field enclosed by the woods and fence was peppered with innumerable tombstones and monuments.
“A graveyard?” Al ( Read more... ) -
Third installment
I think I'm falling waaaaaaaay behind on this, plus I doubt I can push things up to 50 000 words. Oh well, I'll finish it one way or another!
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I'm probably just a little crazy.
Okay, probably a lot of crazy. It's NaNoWriMo time and I've decided that I'd really like to participate this year. The reason is twofold, I've got this story idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a few months, and I haven't written anything in ages. Good enough excuse, right?
Of course this will probably end up fizzling out on me as I ( Read more... ) -
Graveyard.
I wrote a short-short story. It's probably not very good, especially the ending, but I felt like I needed to write something.
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Repost
This is a reposting of a dream I had way back in April of 2003:
( Freaky-ass dream, but way cool nonetheless. )