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AGE:
28
LOC: Crescent City, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 22
LOC: Crescent City, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 22
A reporter by trade, but a hobby writer of flash fiction and short horror stories.
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This is going to be great, he thought, he could almost taste the fear. He counted to three and jumped out of the plane. As he fell, he grinned towards the ground as the world drew closer. He reached to pull the cord and gripped air. His soul sank like his body plummeting toward earth as he realized he left his chute on the plane in his excitement.
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The sun dipped beneath the horizon as he pulled the key from his pocket. He strolled across the yard towards the shed where he put her the night before. As he approached, she was alerted by his footfalls and her muffled cries could be heard from inside. She thrashed about and her cries turned to whimpers as he pulled the leather strap from his pocket. She shuddered with anticipation, hair standing on end as he pulled open the door. He bent at the knees, looked into her quivering face and firm...
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The sun dipped beneath the horizon as he pulled the key from his pocket. He strolled to the yard towards the shed he put her in the night before. As he approached, his footfalls alerted her and muffled cries could be heard from inside. She started thrashing about and her cries turned to whimpers as he pulled the leather strap from his pocket. She shuddered with anticipation, hair standing on end as he pulled open the door. He bent at the knees, looked into her quivering face and firmly stroke...
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This is going to be great, he thought, he could almost taste the fear. He counted to three and jumped out of the plane. As he fell, he grinned towards the ground as the world drew closer. He reached to pull the cord and gripped air. His soul sank as fast as he was plummeting to earth, as he realized he left his chute on the plane in his excitement.
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The sun dipped beneath the horizon as he pulled the key from his pocket. He strolled to the yard towards the shed he put her in the night before. As he approached, his footfalls alerted her, and muffled cries could be heard from inside. She started thrashing about and the cries turned to whimpers as he pulled the leather strap from his pocket. She shuddered with anticipation, hair standing on end as he pulled open the door. He bent at the knees, looked into her shaking eyes and firmly stroked...
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I'm not really sure how this works as poetry, this seems to be more prose, as I can see no theme in the stanzas. The feeling that are felt by the writer for the girl who is tripped are felt by the reader a well. This piece is easily understood, the part about roadkill...hallway kill is a good metaphor, but should be changed into an actual metaphor or simile. The ellipsis don't do the sentence any justice.
This was very well written and strongly worded. The phrasing and sentence structure of the piece had the reader walking alongside the 14 year old and at times, inside his head. The feelings of living impoverished during the coldest times of the year are conveyed with the sharpness of a journal. The pictures in the mind of the reader after the end of the story are as vivid as if the reader was reading a diary, written by a 14 year old. This piece was not boring and contrived like a diary, it t...
This had me laughing so hard a nugget came out of my nose. Nice presentation, campy, tongue in cheek and so devastatingly serious that this reads like a true how to. Nice job. I now know a boogie is actually called a bolus.
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This is ridiculous and leaves the reader confused. I do not see the point the writer is trying to make.
This paints a nice picture of the personal reasons of the writer for logging into the computerized world and the solace found in writing and knowing other will read it. Terrific use of metaphor.
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