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Archive for July 2006

July 5th, 2006

Predator

The gazelle’s every muscle flexed. She was prepared should her alarm be justified. Only her ears moved, turning this way and that, straining to hear any evidence of danger in the long, dry grass. Minutes passed. And nothing.
Slowly the doe lowered her head to drink, and the crocodile shut his jaws on her neck.

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By Cory Aldrich -- 4 comments

July 4th, 2006

Pluto

Low on fuel but millions of miles from the nearest base, Brazzk had only one chance in 247 Earth years. Below, Gwarsl directed him to the exact location for the jump.
The moment came and the portal opened. Brazzk’s spacecraft was hurtled at light speed towards the sun, to stop 5 miles from its surface.

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By Maricar -- 0 comments

July 4th, 2006

Dreams Don’t Come True

They drove me away with their bickering and their selfishness. A lifetime dedicated to being the best we could be and when the time came to reap the rewards they were more interested in taking centre stage than basking in the collective glory. My dreams crumbled slowly as I walked away and never looked back.

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By Alan Hylands -- 0 comments

July 3rd, 2006

A Dehydrating Dispute

As soon as I raised my voice I knew that the argument would be as good as over. It’s not really an argument after that point… More of a shouting match… It’d never get either of us anywhere.
Besides, we’d been arguing so long I could barely remember what we were arguing about.
I’m thirsty.

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By Jonic Linley -- 0 comments

July 2nd, 2006

Vincent, the Dreamboat

Kat loved Vincent.
She loved his quirks and eccentricities. She adored his boyish charm. She admired his many talents. She celebrated all his triumphs. She had not met a guy to match his sweetness and generosity — he’s practically a dreamboat.
Yes, Vincent was generous.
Just how generous? Kat found out she wasn’t the only one.

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By Sasha -- 0 comments

July 1st, 2006

Beginnings

Just a small tumbler, a dram of Scotch and two ice cubes sat on the table in front of him, all that was both right and wrong with his existence.
They told him that one more drink would kill him but he knew that not having that drink would be worse.
The empty glass shattered.

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By Alan Hylands -- 0 comments