Originally posted 2017-05-26 12:00:23. Welcome to Flashback Fiction, a new segment on Geeks and Geeklets! We will be posting stories from our Fiction Writing Friday vaults! Enjoy!  _________________ Great. Hoo-ray. This phone would be just flipping perfect if all I needed right now was a two pound piece of plastic in my pocket. My phone…

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Originally posted 2017-05-19 12:00:34. Welcome to Flashback Fiction, a new segment on Geeks and Geeklets! We will be posting stories from our Fiction Writing Friday vaults! Enjoy!  _________________ The bane of her existence was about to meet his end.  Marianne watched as a punk in a dirty sweatshirt lifted a baseball bat and aimed it…

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Originally posted 2017-03-03 20:00:14. I sit here judging someone who might be top of their class who might be a warm, wonderful, and truly decent human being. but his pant legs don’t match. One is raised. and his hipster pants have a low saggy crotch that cannot possibly be comfortable. and he’s sitting on the…

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Originally posted 2017-02-24 17:00:02. Swelling heart, a look of pride, I watch her glance from side to side. She walks up to the mic, closing her eyes, With a deep breath, she lets us all inside. Her voice is low, I feel her fear, I strain to let her know I’m near. As if through…

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Originally posted 2017-02-10 17:00:01.   Squeek….Squeek…Squeek…Oars dipped in and out of the water in measured, methodical strokes. The creaky oarlocks of the rowboat twisted with every pull, announcing Holly’s presence on the still lake. Ensconced in fog, she paused to listen for the tiny swish of a fishing line, the plunking of the sinker on…

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Originally posted 2016-12-16 12:00:17. To my Bug, You are the strongest person I know. The only person I love and the best person that I could ever share this adventure with. I cannot wait to run through the rainforest, climb the tallest mountain, and hike the Pacific Crest Trail with you. We are going to…

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Originally posted 2016-12-02 12:00:10. Dear Diary, No. Dear me, No. Dear future self, No. This is not just for me but for the world. For everyone to read. Not just the medical journal and the CNN special. Or even some random posting on the latest social media. This is what it is like on the…

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Originally posted 2016-11-18 17:00:59. She watched the acorn fall slowly down the tree from one of the topmost branches of the giant old oak. The withered old tree barely ever produced many leaves, but was always able to create a multitude of fun lit hatted nuts as her MoSi had always called after them. Buri-Jaan…

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Originally posted 2016-11-18 12:00:12. Part One: The Same Day “Oh Clover, honey, I am so so sorry. I only left to use the bathroom.” Nanny, was in tears as we began the long drive home. Her staccato voice echoed in the space, “This is all my fault. I should have just walked away when Linda…

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Originally posted 2016-11-04 12:00:01. As I watched him over by the tree I began to think how nice it would be to finally kiss him. His blue eyes and black hair were enough to make me go weak in the knees and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was…

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Originally posted 2016-10-28 12:00:10. I have always wanted to run. Trilly can run, and it always fills me with that happy-sad, push-pull feeling. I want to be happy that she can let the wind send her long hair flying out behind her like a miniature kite on a string, but there is that whole other…

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Originally posted 2016-10-28 08:00:00. Returning to the bar wasn’t easy. I parked and took a deep breath. It had been a long night. Survived another round. I picked up my gun from the passenger seat. Its familiar weight steady in my hands. I was thankful to have it, and my prime bullets, back in my…

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Originally posted 2016-10-21 17:00:25. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Boom. Three miles, the storm was already three miles away and I could not wait for the end. I hid under the covers even though the air was getting stale, and I felt like I could not breathe in deep enough. Every intake too shallow,…

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Originally posted 2016-10-21 12:00:19. How dare she call me a lil demon! I scrunch myself down into the tiniest possible position I can, and my eyes dilate, working out the exact calculation I need. I pounce, not so much graceful as I am flexible, so I bounce more than fly. My teeth try to find…

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Originally posted 2016-10-14 12:00:53. Once a month, Vigak craved treacle tarts. She craved them so much, that she had learned long ago how to make them for herself, and she would make and devour an entire batch during the full moon. A tiny scar could be visible if she moved in just the right angle,…

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