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Ants
Image Geoff Gallice I can feel them creeping up my body, in antennae-caress, twitchingly confident. A breadcrumb path, advancing. I am their queen.Filed under: fiction Tagged: creative writing,...
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We Met in a Bar
Image Luca Giulivi I smiled as she grimaced like an opening wound – no-one watched our slow, painful dance but the moon and the streetlights.Filed under: fiction Tagged: creative writing, drabble,...
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Promises
Image: BishkekRocks A spiderweb scrawl decorated the stone, defiling, profane. The whispered voices of Dark Gods echoed blankly.Filed under: fiction Tagged: creative writing, drabble, fiction, flash...
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First Contact
Image: Phillip Parker King (1827) The lizards sang. Songs of sorrow, songs of joy, songs of thanks. Their young would eat, would feast, would finally be sated.Filed under: fiction Tagged: fiction,...
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Accusations
19th Century, artist unknown They lit the kindling, the flames burst around her like an opening rose – orange-red-black. They burnt her herbs and her knowledge tooFiled under: fiction Tagged: creative...
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Storm Clouds
Lightning lit the scene, the tableau frozen, momentarily . Until the darkness rushed in, and the shadows began to move.Filed under: fiction, Prose Poetry/Regular Poetry Tagged: creative writing,...
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The Dragon is King
Dragon of Halong Bay (Vietnam) by LoggaWiggler. Smoke rose on the horizon, a black-grey pillar, staining the sky. The wind carried rain, ashen rain, and the occasional silence-breaking echo off the...
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Like Claws
Her hands were like claws, tight and cold, still clenched into fists. He lay on the floor, and the rust-red pool around his head thickened.Filed under: fiction Tagged: creative writing, crime, horror,...
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Promised Land
Caution: Radiation Controlled Area. Creative Commons 2.0 photo by Oleg. The door groaned closed, and Brother Ponder groaned also, dropping onto one arthritic knee before it. He shivered beneath his...
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