Tag: flash fiction
member name: charles thiesen - gather's only god, proud to be from gay-supporting Massachusetts
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March 28, 2006 11:13 AM EST --
Jesus, Moses, and Zoroaster come down to earth for a round of golf. Zoroaster is a duffer, but Moses and Christ are tied two under par on the eighteenth hole, par five. Moses and Christ both get on the . . .
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June 04, 2006 02:49 PM EDT --
I had come to a crossroads in my life. I was looking around wildly for nonexistent road signs. There were none. That's what "nonexistent" means.
It also meant I had to see my mentor, Sid . . .
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April 06, 2006 12:37 AM EDT --
I hung onto a strap and my seven-year-old son hung onto my other hand. The car swayed and Bobby leaned back pulling my arm out laughing. The August air blew hot through the train window as we rattled onto . . .
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May 13, 2006 12:59 PM EDT --
I was sitting at a table in Saloon #10 when in walked a man in black with a bullwhip attached to his belt where a holster oughta be. I leaned over to my drinking partner, Bat Masterson, and asked, "Is . . .
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April 17, 2006 02:38 PM EDT --
Both rayguns blazing I duck behind the pillar where Dale Arden cowers in abject fear.
"Buck up, Dale," I say in my most confident and manly voice. That isn't easy. Thirty of Ming's . . .
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March 08, 2006 05:12 PM EST --
I don't think of myself as 'old school.' I'll end a sentence with a preposition at the drop of a hat. I welcome neologisms - anything but 'proactive', I do have standards - I'll . . .
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February 20, 2006 06:03 PM EST --
They kill us for their sport, appearing in pairs, shooting from hiding, from behind pillars, around corners, at crowds. They do not cleanly vaporize their victims. Smoking stumps, meat, blood remain. . . .
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March 14, 2006 09:48 PM EST --
I DID NOT hear voices in the air. NO ONE told me to do the things I did. They were OBVIOUSLY NECESSARY.
And NOT FUN. The things were not fun. I did not enjoy doing them. Lest you get the wrong idea. . . .
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April 09, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
The wheeled garbage can pulled him down the driveway, the detritus of his wife's latest remodeling enthusiasm weighing it down and filling it up, making the kitchen garbage bag at the top hold it open. . . .
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February 16, 2006 07:08 PM EST --
High in a stuffy concert hall - coat, scarf, hat and gloves threatening to slide off the folded seat beside me - I wish I'd slept more than five hours last night. I love the music, but...
I do. I . . .
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April 05, 2006 05:45 PM EDT --
Driving a six-by for the US Army in the Philippines wasn't all that bad. One Japanese sniper shot at me. He missed. At the same time, I missed my horn. When I was discharged my lip was gone.
I . . .
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April 05, 2006 09:40 PM EDT --
Driving a six-by for the Army in the Philippines was one way to stay alive. One Japanese sniper shot at me. He missed. On the other hand, all the time I was there, I missed my horn.
When I got out, my . . .
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February 20, 2006 07:26 PM EST --
(Since Ed has wisely kept us from emailing everyone in the group, I think it makes sense to publish stuff like this, pieces ON flash fiction, as well as the actual flash fiction.)
Honing my writing and . . .
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