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  • Wednesday Works: The Mirror

    Wednesday Works: The Mirror

    She had lived in the old house for as long as she could remember. Her parents had lived in it even longer, and so had their parents and so on and so forth. If she did the math right it was her great x7 grandfather who had built the house for his wife. She had

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  • Wednesday Works: With This Kiss…

    “With this kiss, I die!” They were six, performing a dumbed down version of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet for a room full of their parents. She was Juliet, and he in all of his front toothless glory was Romeo. They had practiced and practiced, but had never actually kissed in any of the practices. Mrs.

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  • Wednesday Works: Dear Writer’s Block

    Dear Writer’s Block, It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been so busy with everything that’s been going on, with long hours at work, too much homework on the weekends and a full social life that I haven’t been able to sit down and shoo you away with the keyboard. Sure, you let me get a

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  • Wednesday Works: Caught Up in Research

    Antique Firearms The antique pistol let out a sad, soggy click, but would not fire. The main character looked down at the gun with a sigh. “Not again!” She shouted in frustration. She smacked the butt of the gun with her soaking hands, hoping to dislodge some of the water. “Man, is the author going

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  • Wednesday Works: The Magic Of Trees and Strangers

    After hiking the usual area for weeks and weeks, he found himself surprised when a new tree, fully grown just showed up. Right in the middle of the path, a full grown tree had appeared, as if overnight. The leaves were full and bright and beautiful, flowing blossoms along the branches, huge apples, glossy and

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  • Wednesday Works: Love of Language

    His skin simulator felt too tight. It trapped him inside, too tight in some places, too large in others, heavy with use and age, but he would give anything to be there, waiting to learn their language. He had heard all about it, tried to learn on his own planet, but something was missing. There

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  • Wednesday Works: A Cold Front in White

    Ten years of friendship, Three years of dating, One year engaged, It’s all lead to this:   My wedding day.   I should be ecstatic. I’ve thought of this day since I was a child. Six years old, playing with Barbie and her perfect specimen Ken. Her dress was always perfect, So is mine. It’s

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  • Day Three: Loot

    He gasped when he broke into the cave of wonders. He had gotten past the Mother of All Evil and found her stash of loot. After a moment of awe, he started under the Great Basin and then got lost in the treasure. Her toddler was mysteriously quiet. That meant trouble. After a brief search,

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