Tag: short stories
member name: Brandon Mitchell
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October 31, 2006 03:01 PM EST --
The bubbling slave of grease mixed with the aroma of un-showered weeks. The cigarettes gave off their perfume from their glass fireplaces. The sticky grime on white tile floor stuck to shoes like fly paper. . . .
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October 31, 2006 03:06 PM EST --
The sound of crickets chimed with rhythm of the congas. Sounds of strings and brass flowed over the lake in every direction. The boat was their stage, the fish their audience. The four men played for the . . .
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October 31, 2006 03:35 PM EST --
The steady whoosh of cars mingled with the voices of soliciting sea gulls. This road was no longer used. A four-lane causeway neighbored its abandoned brother by only a few car lengths. The supports at . . .
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October 31, 2006 02:54 PM EST --
When I had just turned fourteen, it was tradition for all the youth of my small-town church to take at least one trip down to a member's house on the shore of Cherry Lake in the dog days of summer. . . .
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October 31, 2006 03:20 PM EST --
Gabriel stood over Slone's body with his gun still smoking. He was almost surprised at how little he felt at the death of someone he had know all his life. The moment quickly passed as it always did . . .
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