Tue Cent Twosday: Bird, a Poem

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Image from Wikimedia Commons, Creative Commons free license.Bird.I see you, bird. Black feathers. Shiny.Beak. Black beak like jet, hard and grooved along the length.It’s longer than I expected. Long and sharp.“Once there was food here.” Tatiana Tolstaya.The forest. Mass graves, running for miles, between trees.I like trees. I don’t feel death when I’m in the trees.Death is probably there, I...
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Lines of Lights – A Poem

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Lines of Lights Moving at speed past the window, reverse parallax. Facing backward on the train, the lights receded. Facing backward on the train is a title. A good title for a memory, even. Metaphoric. Like Benjamin Button, living backwards to get forwards. When everyone is walking in the other direction, sit down and get still Follow the still, small voice insight and listen. What doe...
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FFC Story for 04/15/2008, Continuation: Elements, “Water” (944 Words)

ElementaryChapter Three: WaterFionula ran the water into the kettle, the filter making a soft high-pitched whine as it worked. It was an extra unit she’d had from her last apartment and she’d given it to Kirby for his new place.“Hey,” Kirby greeted, wandering into the kitchen and sitting down on one of the only chairs that didn’t have boxes or packing material stacked on it.“Hi there. How ‘ya feel...
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FFC Story for 04/15/2008, Continuation: Elements, “Fire” (926 Words)

ElementaryChapter TwoKirby lit the wooden match and held it under the tinder he’d arranged in the fire circle. The stones were blackened with soot and the white marks of ash. His campsite was behind him, the tent battered but homey. Nearly gray now, it was once an autumnal pumpkin color. It had faded.Like her love.He scraped an angry hand across his cheeks, dismissing tears that leaked out. It fig...
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FFC Story for 04/15/2008: “Elementary” (617 Words)

This story is my entry for the April Flash Fiction Carnival. The theme is "The Elements." I hope you enjoy!ElementaryChapter One(Since the prompt suggested either one story or four, I've written more than one. The first element, Air, is 617 words. The others come in later chapters with associated word counts. Please feel free to visit one or all.)Greta waved the light smoke away from her face a...
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March Madness – A Flash a Day Prompts

Summation: I did it! My March FADs are done. Please see the list below for the prompts, and click the links for the associated story. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them!The low-down: "The stories must be previously unposted, written during the month of March, and they must be under 1000 words." For more info., go here: March FADness.March 31st: Deja Vu All Over Again: It's...
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Pressure-Free Prompt from Writer’s Retreat: Faerries

Farendorm strode along the passage, hit boots hammering out his annoyance. Brixa trotted behind, trying to keep up. Farendorm ignored him and kept going, flexing his right hand, ligaments cracking.“Master, slow down…” Brixa murmured. “She’ll know you’re angered if you barge in!”Farendorm whirled so sharply that Brixa collided with him, barking his nose against Farendorm’s sash buckles. He stumbled...
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March FADness: 03/31/2008: Deja Vu – Drabble; “Dialog” (100 Words)

Dialog“Gabriel, what you doing?”“Nothing Michael. Why do you always have to pester me?”“I’m not pestering you. That should be obvious by now. You’re drunk again!”“I am not drunk, dammit! I only had three high-balls!”“Three! In what, a half hour?”“Well, you were late.”“Late! I came here right after work, for the love of Pete! How much time do you think it takes to get here from the office?”“You mak...
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March FADness: 03/30/2008: Music; Untitled (994 Words)

Kita ran toward the village, the smoke too thick, almost, to breathe through. A stitch stabbed her side, interfering further with her breathing, but she pushed herself forward. The first screams floated toward her on the billowy clouds. They sounded disconnected, unreal.“Please…” she gasped. “Please!” She didn’t know who she was speaking to. The gods themselves seemed to be absent, gone away from ...
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Picture Prompt: Blue Highway (500 Words)

“Hedges. Hedges, Wilhelm. Why is it always hedges?” Lars grumbled. “And look!” He pointed with an agitated arm. “Now they are putting hedges next to the trees!”“Calm yourself, Lars. It’s not seemly to get so excited. It’s a beautiful morning,” Elder Wilhelm Yoder soothed. “Look there. You see how the trees form a line like they are walking to market?”“Yes,” he sighed, “I see them.” He c...
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