Tag: short story
member name: Heather ~of the Whippets~ M.
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July 17, 2008 08:48 PM EDT --
When she was alive, she had always stayed away from these places-- these dive bars filled with drunken men, dirty jokes and raucous laughter.
She had kept to her circle, the one in which people drank . . .
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June 07, 2009 01:54 PM EDT --
Glowing orange eyes peered from the darkness beyond the bedroom window. She knew that they could see her.
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October 09, 2009 04:57 PM EDT --
Lily moved the curtain slightly to look out at the gathering darkness.
“Are you okay? You’ve seemed shaken since you got here,” Luke said.
“It rained today,” . . .
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August 05, 2009 11:40 AM EDT --
Gray. Overcast sky.
Waiting. Seconds crawl.
Yes? No? No, maybe.
Time’s up. Look again.
Yes.
Again a “yes.”
Number three.
The phone rings.
She jumps at the sound.
Her . . .
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August 20, 2008 09:42 PM EDT --
Stephanie had slipped off to seek out the old woman. She had questions that needed answered about why she saw and heard the things she did. What were those half-whispered rumors that swirled about her . . .
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July 11, 2008 10:13 AM EDT --
It was her silent affirmations that kept her from going completely insane. This was the third time this week that she was making this drive, and each time seemed to get worse.
"You never used . . .
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July 15, 2008 05:08 PM EDT --
The decrepit old shack sat back amongst the overgrown grass. Cats roamed through the bric-a-brac that crowded under the neighboring structure-- a failing roof supported by four weathered posts. An old . . .
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July 16, 2008 09:03 PM EDT --
The rain pelted the windows. The sisters watched from the library of the graceful Garden District mansion.
"All of heaven cries over what you have done!" Jessica wailed, turning from the . . .
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July 12, 2008 11:47 AM EDT --
From her window, she could see the splendid signs of spring. Tender blades of grass stretched skyward, not knowing that it was their fate to be felled by the blades of the mower. A bird had chosen the . . .
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