Tag: dust
member name: Andrew T.
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August 24, 2007 02:03 PM EDT --
It is interesting that the brain, the seat of our mental prowess and the maker and expression of our very being, is totally useless without the rest of the body. Without our lungs to feed the brain oxygen, . . .
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August 24, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
CHAPTER ONE - The Door
A red sun cast shadows across sangrine asphalt, spreading the bad news to a silent urbania—night was coming. Though empty of people, the cars parked on the streets and . . .
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August 24, 2007 11:10 PM EDT --
CHAPTER TWO - THE WINDOW
He woke to the trickle of faded dreams and of rain pattering early in the dawn. The overhead lights had turned off automatically, set that way to save energy. . . .
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August 29, 2007 05:35 PM EDT --
“I need this downstairs, “ Dr. McCarty said. “Third floor right away.”
“Let me finish my lunch, ” Tracy said, and she took the package that he . . .
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September 11, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Chapter two
He stepped past the Guardians aware of the growing crowd of people behind him, noticing that none said a word and the silence worried him. It was the calm before . . .
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September 19, 2007 09:09 AM EDT --
Not for sale
by Andrew T
Smoke, graphite dust billowed as Tony blew against the sketchpad, the drawings of the dead young couple on the bed before him. He sat on a chair, the scene lit by . . .
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September 12, 2007 11:56 PM EDT --
Chapter five
“My real name is Nancy.”
A dinner table and two chairs materialized in the center of the room.
“Have a seat.”
They . . .
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September 14, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
I thought this was great when I stumbled upon it.
It was wonderful to walk down the long flights of stairs knowing that I'd had good luck working. I always worked until I had something done . . .
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September 01, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
My light is my pen from which all words flow freely. Black ink appears as oil seeping upon the blank page. It forms serpentine figures; mysterious scribbles dance like shadows upon the sand. There . . .
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September 11, 2007 09:51 PM EDT --
Chapter three
He walked through shadow and dust. A breeze blew from behind. It carried the smell of the city. Rot and tears. Enveloped in darkness, he glanced over his shoulder. . . .
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September 12, 2007 12:19 AM EDT --
Chapter four (short scene change)
Ronald turned the corner.
He fell to his knees—forced there—blinking, frantic to keep from losing his sight altogether. . . .
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September 15, 2007 01:40 PM EDT --
As no one knows yet on gather.com, since I'm a new member, I have this keen interest in fountain pens. I carry one wherever I go...always in my pocket. It's not as though I think having . . .
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