Tag: story
group name: utopianfict
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May 07, 2006 10:34 PM EDT --
University
We are told that our project was named University because our purpose is to facilitate a universe of possibilities. University started as one of those possibilities, a project conceived . . .
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May 07, 2006 10:20 PM EDT --
We met at Sanctuary.
She was coming off a bum relationship with a man. I was coming off a bum relationship with a drug that had ruled my life to the point that I had none left.
Sanctuary was cool. . . .
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May 07, 2006 10:37 PM EDT --
Friendship.com
Yeah, so, maybe I ain't pretty. And I don't act so pretty either. I got issues. Like Borderline Personality issues. People don't so much take to me. . . .
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST --
Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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October 18, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
“We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car.
He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .
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February 29, 2008 08:20 PM EST --
A pretty much true story.
"What the hell." Squirelly said to himself, "There's nothing else to do." So he called up Jim and got out the John boat. The sun was hot, the beer . . .
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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February 18, 2008 12:04 AM EST --
Whoops !
I told you not to say that.
Sorry.
So.
So, what?
So, what made you say "Whoops?"
According to my calculations, we entered normal space too close to that . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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August 06, 2008 08:26 AM EDT --
If Adam looks the guy in the face and shrugs, “I don’t know his name, dude,” then no one knows him.
Every other day, he walks into the camping store, itching his grimy scalp with long . . .
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May 04, 2008 09:52 PM EDT --
He had made a small hut beside the sea. On days of the tide, the sea would stretch to the place his home was. He had made two doors on the opposite sides of the wall - one from which the sea came in; the . . .
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January 22, 2009 11:08 AM EST --
I have a frozen rain in a glass jar. A regiment of raindrops. Carefully synchronized. The droplets are always in the state of falling. So that the rain goes on forever.
I often step into the glass. . . .
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May 01, 2008 10:12 PM EDT --
Crippling on the recurring times, he left. Not aware of the song that she was playing. These days he had come to believe that there was nothing wrong with his leg. Must have been a growing tumor in his . . .
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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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May 05, 2008 09:27 PM EDT --
One fine morning, I was dropped out of a tomato. It was nothing new. I had been dropped several times before, from various vegetables. For some strange, unknown reason people always believed that I belonged . . .
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March 26, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
16807.
He had tied his index finger to her memories with a thread. Whenever he’d raise his fingers at her, she knew he’s talking about her past.
2401.
She wanted him to be . . .
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June 28, 2009 06:11 PM EDT --
from Into the Woods ( Something Sacred )
At first she walked without thought, mind caught up in languageless reverie, body exquisitely attuned to every sound, scent, touch of living . . .
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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