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2002 White particles fell to the ground. The brick consisted of two hundred kilos. It looked like a huge block of snow. It represented Mount Rushmore for the dealers. It appeared as a giant chunk of soap that would be placed at the entrance to their inner sanctum. The subjects stood with their chins parallel to the ground as well. In all of her artistry, Brenda Threapleton felt the most power, like she was in the zone or something. Also, the ten thousand dollars she would receive drove her to work even more.
By Skyler Saunders16 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
It was not merely a professional concern; it was an emotional tether that bound Megan to the very rhythm of her work life, and she could not, in good conscience, let the prospect of that rhythm unravel without voicing the depth of her unease.
By Forest Green16 days ago in Fiction
Oleksandr und Mavrin
In those accursed days when the sky itself seemed to have turned Russian and was spitting iron on the black earth of Donbas, Oleksandr marched with the rest of his platoon like a man already half-dead. The war had eaten everything gentle in him. Only the memory of Andriy still burned--Andriy with his quick laugh, his crooked front tooth, the way he used to press his cold nose into Oleksandr's neck at night and whisper, "We'll live through this, Sashko. We'll go to Lviv and open a stupid little café and forget all this blood."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR16 days ago in Fiction
Concert Line
Trini and Marci got up in the middle of the night, determined to be first in line for tickets. A special concert was coming to their town for the first time, featuring numerous artists, including secret guest singers and guitarists. Laden with fleece blankets and beach chairs, the friends walked from the parking lot only to find they were not the first.
By Andrea Corwin 17 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 4
Rick Steele drove away from the bar and headed toward home. There was a period during the rainy season when the locals got a break, the first time in a while, he could drive without using his wipers. He had a lot to think about. What Major Kohl shared with him about his brother’s death had his head spinning. There was something more to his death than the locals in Texas had found.
By Jason Morton17 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“It’s funny, isn’t it? The way we think we’re the mentors, when sometimes the students end up being the teachers.” Emily laughed, a short, relieved sound that seemed to lift a weight she hadn’t known she was still carrying. The conversation spun forward, weaving together past struggles and future dreams, each sentence a stitch in the tapestry of their shared history.
By Forest Green17 days ago in Fiction
