Tag: fiction
member name: Thomm Quackenbush
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January 23, 2008 04:19 PM EST --
"Hey kid!" she chirped at Shane from the door.
Shane yelped, "Ashlei?"
"Hee! 'Ashlei!' It's been a little while since anyone called me that. I go by Ash lately. . . .
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November 25, 2007 08:03 PM EST --
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"Did you get a tan? It looks awful on you," the round, redheaded woman waddled around Dryden appraisingly. The convenience uniform fit her poorly, mostly made for someone significantly . . .
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November 10, 2007 07:13 PM EST --
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Roselyn traced the thumbtack across her inner arm, the softer, lighter skin through which she could almost see her veins under faded scars. As she did, another line of deep red welled up . . .
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November 12, 2007 01:38 PM EST --
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"Okay, let's run through this again."
Seth rolled his eyes. "You newbies are pathetic. You are dead, a vampire."
Dryden nodded. "Got that."
"You . . .
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November 17, 2007 10:17 AM EST --
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Dryden screamed and moaned at the sunlight touched his skin. His flesh felt hot and tight and, as he landed, his bones seemed brittle and sharp jutting against his muscles. He screamed as . . .
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May 08, 2008 03:15 PM EDT --
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Seth stood over Shane. "Hey, open your eyes." Shane didn't comply immediately, so he slapped her across the face. The blow was not powerful enough to break bones this time, . . .
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May 10, 2008 10:37 AM EDT --
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Shane wasn't aware that she had fallen asleep until she felt the warm cup pushed against her lips. She shot awake and pursed her lips until she remembered where she was and why. Then, . . .
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December 03, 2007 12:52 PM EST --
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Shane awoke to Seth smoothing back her hair. Shane thought he looked almost avuncular, were it not for the gleam in his eye she most associated with Roselyn looking at breakfast after a long, . . .
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May 07, 2008 05:20 PM EDT --
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Ash adjusted the handcuff on Shane's wrists. "Do they hurt much?"
"No," Shane replied.
Ash clicked the cuffs tighter and giggled. "How about now?" . . .
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October 12, 2006 09:28 PM EDT --
There is an internet phenomena that rather typifies the age in which you find yourself. This phenomenon is called LonelyGirl15. You know it isn't a very exciting name and that is the point. LonelyGirl15 . . .
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February 18, 2008 01:17 PM EST --
Get Real
"Real?"
I immediately give a sarcastic reply. "No, I am a fictional character ." He -- it's always a man who asks this monosyllabic question . . .
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September 27, 2006 08:58 PM EDT --
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Finishing cutting the sacred circle into the air with her knife and drawing down a cone of protection, Roselyn knelt and rubbed the oil - a mixture of sandalwood, patchouli and myrrh, along with . . .
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June 11, 2008 02:27 PM EDT --
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The way Shane figured it, she had already missed her classes. Last year, when all this began for her, when she lost normality, she missed most of a semester. No one noticed, because no one . . .
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February 01, 2007 10:52 PM EST --
Shane dreamt. All was silent and distant, sepia filtered and muted. She stood in the center of a field, posture strange. No, not a field but the ruins. Unlike her usual dreams, Shane watched herself from . . .
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March 06, 2007 11:18 PM EST --
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Roselyn stood over Shane's body, buried under a cairn of pillows. She tapped Shane with her shoe, not expecting a reaction and thus not being disappointed. "How long has she been this . . .
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December 11, 2006 07:27 PM EST --
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She watched from a safe distance as the man exited his one of the faculty houses. There were many buildings dotting the borders of the campus, originally imagined as guesthouses for Blythewood's . . .
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December 13, 2006 09:42 PM EST --
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Shane called Eliot's name into the still air. The sun was setting in the distance. She spent the day rallying her courage for this conversation. She called again, glanced around, and cut into . . .
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March 05, 2007 12:14 PM EST --
From page 23$()@#g@ of the Codex:
There are some who say that visions are simply neurochemistry, the misfiring of a brain starved of oxygen, water, or entertainment. There are some who say, just as correctly, . . .
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March 06, 2007 12:35 AM EST --
Shane stood, threw down the papers she held, and walked a dozen feet around. Not-V gave no reaction, did not so much as raise his eyes from the pile Shane created. She huffed back and stood before the . . .
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November 08, 2006 05:42 PM EST --
Virgil knocked on the heavy green door and waited. An announcement came over the speakers and he heard the clop of a student aide floors below beginning their nightly check for lingering patrons. He could . . .
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