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Laura Riddle commented on the post, claims 3 months, 1 week ago
Claims to what! He exclaimed to himself. Shuffling around the room in a mad dash, he tried to scoop up all the papers before they burned. Get out of there! His brain was screaming at him over the buzz of smoke filling his consciousness. But his body wouldn’t listen. He grasped the documents for dear life before he decided to run out and save his own.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, sweep 4 months ago
“Welcome back!” I said, sweeping him off his feet. Of course, he was a little shocked, being nearly a foot taller than myself. His long hair spun around and slowly a beam started to show on his face. His weight finally caught up with me, but soon he was the one hoisting me off the ground. “I missed you too.” He said.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, under 5 months, 3 weeks ago
He looked under the cabinets but there was nothing there. Boss was watching him. Of course it wasn’t there, Alex thought. This was a ruse. The real key is… He studied hard the clay floor in front of him, delving deep into the senses in the back of his mind. He sprang to his feet, striding over to the pantry and reaching into a sack of flour. In just a few seconds, his hand emerged with a small key covered in flour. “Well done.” Boss said. There was almost a smile on his face even.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, draw 6 months, 1 week ago
Alex drew on the piece of paper until all the lines conformed to a series of lines, patterns, a sketch that laid out the innards of the city streets. Like an architect, only the lines showed where the electricity was. The pulse, the heartbeat of the city. Alex handed it over and the boss took the paper and examined it. A cigar was smoldering between his lips as he contemplated the map. “Good,” He finally grunted.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, bury 7 months, 1 week ago
The old man buried his face inside the wooly scarf that was bundled around his neck. Lapsing quietly into a slumber, he rested beneath the canopy of trees that provided shade for his front porch.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, upper 7 months, 1 week ago
His thick upper lip was twisted from so many sinister smiles and his bushy eyebrows needed more than a waxing. Not that he would be the waxing type anyway, for he was far beyond masculine, and perhaps even a […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, fresh 7 months, 1 week ago
He shook the canteen above his lips, but produced nothing from its dry well. He continued to shake the vessel until he threw it to the ground, collapsing right next to it.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, dominant 7 months, 1 week ago
“Don’t come any closer to me!” She screamed, holding up her hand to protect herself. The move made Lyle freeze.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, happy 7 months, 2 weeks ago
[One sentence] I just wanted to be happy, I thought as I sat at the end of the bench watching him walk off and ending our long standing relationship with each other, leaving the world, our old world behind us […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, combine 7 months, 2 weeks ago
I put both my fingers together, pinching the skin of the peach like a newborn. It had the texture and firmness of a marshmallow, not a softball or even a fuzzy baseball. Bringing the peach close to my nostrils, I […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, signs 7 months, 3 weeks ago
The signs were all around me. Frostbitten as my hands were, I pulled them under my armpits, clenching my teeth together and staring at each road sign in turn. I started walking down one of the paths. My footprints […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, help 7 months, 3 weeks ago
There it was, the help desk. A gigantic circular center of places where help could be received. The receptionist with her nerdy glasses, typing some numbers into her computer like a meticulous accountant, yet her […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, affairs 7 months, 3 weeks ago
The scene of the crime. Red, velvety satin sheets crumpled across the bed in haste. The pillows were strewn between the bed and the floor. I felt as hot, boiling inside as the smoldered candles had suggested, but […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, afraid 7 months, 4 weeks ago
“I’m afraid of the dark..” Her voice trembled, a heap of blankets shaking on top of her bed.
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, despite 8 months ago
Despite what I knew about him, I could get past the point that he was going to college. He still wore the same Star Wars t-shirts that I’d seen him with in high school. Middle school really. His hat was torn in […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, alive 8 months ago
“I feel alive…” He said, looking down at his hands. His head snapped back up to look at her, and without thinking he reached over and began shaking her. “I’m alive!”
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, towers 8 months, 1 week ago
Two towers stood sentient high above the clouds, reflecting the evening sun from their resplendent spires. Somewhere a magician called out “Come down from there!” as he gazed out from his own fortress window, his […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, binding 8 months, 1 week ago
His arms were bound behind his back, but he struggled and used every ounce of his strength to escape. His muscles bulged but the rope gave no slack. He clenched his teeth. “You have no right to do this! I’ll stop […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, spa 8 months, 1 week ago
Ah, the spa. The best place to relax after a long day. I wish I could relax, and sink down into a bubble bath warm enough to melt all of the stress and tension from my muscles. But then again, the bill for such a […]
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Laura Riddle commented on the post, headphones 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I put on my headphones and began working on my computer. Of course, the intern rushes in just that second, splashing coffee drops all over my morning paper. He huffs and puffs, combing back his gelled hair and […]
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