Tag: writing
group name: utopianfict
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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 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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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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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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January 10, 2007 10:56 PM EST --
Fore Words
Segment 1
Of course I wound up walking home, as I knew I would. No mood . . .
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August 10, 2008 10:36 PM EDT --
Despite the church address typo, cancelled catering, and tacky Elvis impersonator acting as D.J., Mat and Aubrey married each other yesterday with bursting hearts and twinkling eyes. Love ruled. . . .
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July 17, 2008 09:45 PM EDT --
He found her in one of his own dreams, dreaming about him finding her, in that solitary, circular dream of hers.
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July 24, 2008 08:49 AM EDT --
The Distance
At last, she decided to mosaic her bedroom floor with his letters. They had been enabling her past. A past which she wanted to rob of the form and the structure. She wished she . . .
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May 10, 2008 08:42 PM EDT --
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He was watching her breathe, when she stopped suddenly and turned towards him. "In this breath, I hold a thought" she said, "I'll set it free once you can guess it."
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July 10, 2008 11:15 AM EDT --
A repetition of dreams. Uncircled thoughts. Unselected. Roamed about on her stage. The drama followed her instincts. A bunch of drowsy audiences. Invited by their fears of unrestrained light. An infection . . .
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May 23, 2008 01:17 AM EDT --
"A wonderful way to start would be a dream"
"How 'bout the feeling of being trapped?"
"In a dream?"
"Maybe"
"Sounds more like a writer's . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:21 PM EDT --
She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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June 22, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Uncertainty had never been talked about. And therefore, in time, it became a certainty that uncertainty would arrive, like the great depression, upon their town.
Still not talking about the uncertainty, . . .
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July 02, 2008 09:30 PM EDT --
Each of his stones was impossibility. None of them had the property of visibility. They reflected no colors. Absorbing all. But you always knew that they were there. Some, because you could touch them. . . .
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June 25, 2008 01:50 AM EDT --
The growing up years of Pratti was different from rest of the girls. She had developed a hobby of collecting the corpses of her earlier lives. She even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep . . .
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June 02, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
What had struck me immediately as I walked into the garden was the terrible disassociation I shared with my presence. And perhaps, that accounted for my absence too, from the garden.
Detachment: . . .
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