June 2012 – Our Write Side

Fierce pangs ravaged Viola’s body. An insane thirst drove her through the woods, her sense of smell heightened. She followed the trail of heat, not caring what the source of that heat might be. In her plagued mind, it meant food. The leaves taunted her with its scent. The changes within her new body caused…

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The walls around Jade were literally crumbling down. It was the first time in many years she’d stepped foot in the lakeside cottage that ruined her life forever. When she’d left, the house was pristine. Her mother, at the demand of Jade’s paranoid father, scrubbed the walls, both tainted and clean, as if scrubbing could…

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“I will turn you into a beansprout,” said the fairy to the mischievous firefly. “You wouldn’t! Whom else will you chase hour after hour at the ending of the day? Who else would light your way?” the firefly said. “It doesn’t matter, firefly. I will turn you into a beansprout,” said the fairy again, this…

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When is it my turn? When will anyone love me? Why must they all play games? There is something wrong with me. Why can’t they see how much I need them? How hard I love? Will this pain in my heart never end? I’m right here, in front of you. Why must you run away,…

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Down through a rabbit hole she fell and was led on quite a chase. From a disappearing smiling cat to a mad hatter, growing big and shrinking small, she almost lost her head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The weekend challenge was to rewrite our favorite stories in 33 words. I have many favorites, but Alice is the first…

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The manner burns the east reign. A small group of rebels, about five in number, meet in the dark, dank recesses of the earth under Tiny’s Taco Hut. The ads they posted about town were always cryptic, never revealing enough to get arrested yet just enough to let other interested parties know what the Rebelution,…

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We met on a pier. It was early April and a chill still wrapped around the sea. He stood strong and tall at the end of the pier, one knee bent, a booted foot resting on a rail. His back turned to me; he was too busy looking through binoculars to notice me. The first…

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It is summer, 1692 AD in Salem, Massachusetts, and my name is Mary. The world around me has gone crazy. I have watched as the village turned on its own, hanging innocents out of fear and the lies of children. Good, kind, God-fearing innocents. I fear for my life. I have worked beside many of…

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“You cannot have the books.” The words were a mere whisper spoken from ancient lips. The shriveled skin of his hands danced through the air. The books began gliding back his way. “I will have those books. You can’t stop me!” His mirror image retorted. It was his younger self, hands smooth and creamy, the…

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