Tag: writing
member name: Andrew T.
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August 21, 2007 08:50 PM EDT --
NEW GENESIS
by Andrew T.
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August 23, 2007 12:02 AM EDT --
TIME CAPSULE EARTH
by Andrew T.
Welcome to Earth.
Time capsule buried coordinates 42.23, 20.00
Crew of the SAVIOR was here: 20 Aug 2310
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August 21, 2007 08:18 PM EDT --
An Afternoon Stroll
by Andrew T.
Fresh air filled the autumn day, cool and crisp, as I walked along a wide asphalt path. Orange and yellow colored the world. . . .
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August 25, 2007 03:10 AM EDT --
According to some definitions of what a "pathology" is, aging--the act of getting old--is a pathology; where the natural progression of a life time leads to abnormal function: the loss . . .
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August 23, 2007 11:16 AM EDT --
THE HUMAN EGG
by Andrew T.
2221 June 30
The Doctor shook his head in exasperation. ”No, no. That’s not correct.” . . .
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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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September 12, 2007 09:59 AM EDT --
Watching politics is the same as watching a reality show. You get to see them perform circus acts of various sorts, in this case, debates and mud slinging, and then you (the audience) get to vote . . .
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August 23, 2007 02:45 AM EDT --
He entered the Void
by Andrew T.
"This is stupid," Derek yelled from across the driveway, "You want me to shoot you with this?" he raised and shook a composite bow.
Roger . . .
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September 10, 2007 11:53 PM EDT --
Absolute Uncertainty (chapter one)
<note: this began as a short story; friends have suggested I try and make into a novel>
Ronald was starving—wire wrapped in white . . .
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September 16, 2007 01:42 AM EDT --
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are . . .
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August 21, 2007 09:06 PM EDT --
Exanimus
by Andrew T.
Hell found me. Lewis King scrambled under the boarded windowsill. The scratching of fingernails against the plywood sent chills down his neck. Thirteen pairs of hands, . . .
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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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August 31, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
“I am only certain that people are too certain of themselves.”
“What?“
A red glow illuminated the room.
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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 06:06 PM EDT --
Chapter Four (continued - scene change)
The room shrank. It was sudden. The enormous size of it came together, and the giant space soon appeared no larger than a . . .
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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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