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Charity
The old woman was hunched over. Her ancient knees rested on a pad made for the purpose, but they still ached. She was wrestling with a clump of grass that had grown up between her petunias and marigolds. She was muttering under her breath about the rudeness of grass in flower gardens. The grass was…
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A Cat’s Tale
Hi. My name is Orange Kitty. It wasn’t always that. I can’t remember what it was once. I just know that it wasn’t that. My new people call me Orange Kitty or OK or sometimes Mr. Fuzzy Pants. I don’t really know why they call me Mr. Fuzzy Pants. I don’t wear pants. I sort…
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Chasm
It was long and narrow and looked to be about a hundred years old. It was made of rope and wood that was so weathered, you almost could not tell one from the other. It looked like it might fall completely to pieces if you blew on it too hard. There was no other way…
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After
My name is Washte Kte and this is my story. I’ve written what will probably be my last message of hope. I don’t know how much longer they can keep the Internet functioning. It’s a wonder they’ve kept the electricity going as long as they have. I hope that my message reached the thousand or…
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Grace Ellen
Ellesbeth Gracelyn Nealy is about to have her afternoon tea, as she has done for most of her life. On most days, since moving a short time ago, she takes her tea alone in the little sitting alcove of her suite. Her grandson has caused her suite to be added to his house. It is…
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Daria’s Tale, Chapter 2
Recently, I posted chapter one of “Daria’s Tale,” a story I have been working on off and on for several years now. Mostly in between other projects. I was hoping to get some feedback. I wanted to know if it is too pompous? Is it relevant? Is it at all entertaining? The post garnered a…
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Daria’s Tale
There is a short novel (probably more of a novelette) that I have been working on for a number of years now. Mostly I work on it when I am between other projects. It is a huge departure from what I normally write. But it is basically a labor of love and a longing for…
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Office Intrigue
“Seriously?! You did not just say that.” Gloria was red-faced and working up a good head of steam. Embarrassingly enough, a bit of spittle had flown out of her mouth with her last remark. Timothy, Timmy to his friends, just sat there with a silly little smile on his face. The situation had been building…
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