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Zoo couture | Story Squared
https://storysquared.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/zoo-couture
The power of two in storytelling. With the seating and the advertising sorted, it was time to move on to costuming, which would take place that evening during the Wisdom Night meeting. It was decided that Nana would stay home, because they didn’t want to make Gramps suspicious. Why would his wife suddenly want to go out at 11:00 at night? 8220;I have some ideas for some lovely traditional adornments,” Kima said, walking around Millie in even paces, measuring her up, so to speak. “And even...Nguvu nodded,...
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Parking – julia dixon evans
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Written by Julia Dixon Evans. July 22, 2013. This story was featured in So Say We All. 8216;s May Story Showcase: America’s F*&$% City. I don’t remember the exact day I lost my virginity. I didn’t write it in a diary. But I do remember a few specifics: November, 1995. 9pm-ish. Make/Model/Color: Ford Escort Station Wagon, Champagne Beige. Thirty seconds, give or take. Awkwardly. Nick [Name Withheld]. It was all about the where. You had to find a place. One of the first things we noticed about Rancho Berna...
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Wisdom Night becomes Wisdom Morning | Story Squared
https://storysquared.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/wisdom-night-becomes-wisdom-morning
The power of two in storytelling. Wisdom Night becomes Wisdom Morning. 8220;Hold it, everybody! 8221; Rod gave a shrill whistle and summoned the animals back to Wisteria’s place. 8220;Now that we have the costumes figured out and made, I should probably fill you in on other details, too. Time’s a wastin’, as Gramps says,” Rod began. 8220;That’s fine, boy, just fine,” Nguvu spoke up. As a nocturnal animal who was at his best in the evening, he didn’t want to go to bed anyway. 8221; Nestor approved. Everyo...
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Sally | Story Squared
https://storysquared.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/sally
The power of two in storytelling. Sally arrived at the zookeeper’s house at 7 am and shook Rod’s shoulder. Still lying on the chaise lounge, he and Nestor didn’t react until…. Rod’s dream flew away as fast as a missile. Nestor had been winning battles on the street in his Dreamland and was rudely awakened by Sally. But their big show was coming up in the near future, and they thought only of the big picture. No time to nurse grudges now! So, are you all ready to have me see the costumes? Sally was shown ...
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Bony Fingered Limbs: Flash Fiction Challenges are back! Snow Frosted
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Thursday, December 6, 2012. Flash Fiction Challenges are back! Welcome back to our challenges! I hope to have these weekly again, as I am able, and am excited to see what you have for us! As a prize, I can offer a copy of one of my published works (can be found, linked, on the left), or if you already have them, editing services for a piece of work, 5 pages or shorter. OR (while offers last)! You can steal one of my winner prizes from me! With this in mind, we can pick a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. The work...
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Lost in music | writebelowthesurface
https://writebelowthesurface.wordpress.com/2013/04/21/lost-in-music
Writing by Maggie Highfill Fleming. Short Stories / Essays. Connect with me on Facebook. April 21, 2013. My fingers tear across the hard brass strings. They ache to find the right note. To trigger my memory. I found you once in a diminished B 7. But you vanished and moved on. And I’ve been playing ever since. And what if you’re a melody,. Lost in a pattern in these goddamned frets. Then I’ll learn to write songs. Like I learned to play guitar. I’ll find you, I swear,. And I’ll play you until I fall asleep.