Originally posted 2015-10-02 14:00:18. Frank couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy. He considered this as he laid in bed for the final time, with his favorite brown flannel blanket and its soft tassels that tickled his arms. As his rheumy, sunken eyes peered around at the weathered khaki walls in the bedroom…

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Originally posted 2015-10-02 12:01:09. I gazed down at the icy water as it broke around the pylon rooting the bridge to the river. I leaned over the side and wondered what it would feel like if I let go. Would my bones break on the rocks? Or would I die from becoming frozen in the…

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Originally posted 2015-10-02 10:00:13. The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows on the red minivan as it bounced along the back roads of Chase County.  Trent sat in the passenger seat; his firm arms were crossed against his chest.  He stared out the window at densely packed trees and rolling hills as…

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Originally posted 2015-10-02 08:00:20. Hello all! We here at Geeks and Geeklets decided to start Fiction Writing Friday! Every week we will choose a word that goes with the theme for the month and a few (or all if they get the fancy) of our authors will write a short story based off the word….

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We’re going to start stretching your awesomeness. Every week, we’re going to suggest a new way to flex your creative muscles. Sometimes these will be physical (knitting, crochet, musical, etc.), while many are writing, art, or even multiple options at once. Do these in the format you find easiest, unless you want to push your…

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  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 its descent to attract…

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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 possession. I made my…

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Opening my eyes, I’m momentarily disoriented as sight and sound return to me. Water swirls around my boots as lights flicker overhead. I smell blood on the air. Jeremy’s voice echoes in my head “You will be hunted.” Fucking Demons. The last time my pack walked into a demon’s trap, we were almost wrapped into…

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Who decides if something is sacred? Am I really to believe a bunch of old guys sitting around in Rome got to decide what millions of people now believe, and that their initial beliefs survived more old guys modifying the word to make it fit society? Who am I to say one book is more…

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How does one define a good author? Does their writing style stand out? Do they craft stories that pull you into their world so much that you want to live there? (or at least visit…unless you truly WANT to live in Westeros) Did they write a perfect character that embodies everything you believe? How does…

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The back county lane was almost knee-deep with rain water, washed up gravel, mud, and all sorts of busted weeds, twigs and other debris. Jill had to get the alpacas off the southern field though, so this was her only means to get them to the raised western portion of her property before the weather…

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A lone craft glided out on the dark lake in the morning fog. A rowboat leaving lazy ripples in its wake. As the ghosts of mist danced on the water, reaching to ascend into the sky, a lone girl pulled the oars. Stroke. Stroke. Drift. The fog made way, allowing her passage into the realm of pre-dawn…

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-1- When I was young, life was easy. My family had money and power and I did not want for anything. My four siblings (3 sisters and 1 brother) and I roamed our massive house and gardens, pretending we were fighting Feodas when our parents were not looking.  By the time I turned 8,  my…

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The dance begins with a whoosh of flame to the sound of drums. My soul awakens with the heat, with the gasp from the small crowd that gather like gnats to a lantern. It is warm tonight. For the first time in awhile I dance in little more than the necessary covering, my skin relishing…

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While I drifted to sleep in the night I used to believe in ghosts Who haunted me within the dark And took what mattered most I shivered when they trailed my spine With fingers like icy veins I wept in silence as they watched And rattled their noisy chains I felt the air grow colder…

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