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society

“Society is amazing sometimes!” She said this as she took another drag on her cigarette, leaning against the balcony railing overlooking downtown.

» Posted By Doug On 09.07.2015 @ 7:32 pm

powder

Powder is a finely crushed substance. used to describe drugs snow or talc. ever put baby powder in your butt and fart?

» Posted By Doug On 08.20.2015 @ 6:55 pm

takeoff

The takeoff was smooth – I hardly even noticed I was in an airplane. Well, other than the cramped seats, the tilted-back cabin and the white noise whine of the engines.

» Posted By Doug On 11.01.2014 @ 6:58 pm

translucent

The translucent curtain showed only a blurry image of the room – a room with three people. None of them were alive. How they got that way was my job to figure out.

» Posted By Doug On 07.10.2014 @ 6:12 pm

stalling

He backpedaled quickly, talking about some visit he took to San Francisco last summer, still trying to stall his way out of the big question. His girlfriend’s father loomed over him, slowly creeping closer, as if the man would wring the boy’s neck if he got close enough to reach.

» Posted By Doug On 06.05.2014 @ 8:31 am

sly

You sly dog, what are you doing with my girlfriend? How can you be so crude? We’re done. We’re through, Jeffery. I cannot stand the way you leave your dirty underwear on the side of the bed. However, men tend to do that, so I shan’t hate upon your person too heavily.

» Posted By Doug On 06.04.2014 @ 10:12 am

desolation

The desolation in his heart couldn’t be worse than what it had been last year. After Kiera’s death, nothing could quite fill the void.

» Posted By Doug On 05.28.2014 @ 7:20 pm

latitude

“What’s our position, Captain?” The young man asked. Josh noticed he wrapped his hands naturally around the wheel. “Don’t tell me that we’ve passed them already.”

» Posted By Doug On 05.19.2014 @ 12:53 pm

temple

He stumbled, falling. The temple rumbled around him. His hands scraped the rough stones. He rolled, trying to get up again. Stones were falling all around him. The building was coming down, no matter what happened.

» Posted By Doug On 05.13.2014 @ 7:17 am

reverence

The reverence he showed as he handled the weapon showed his fear of violence. Raymond had never been touched by violence or death, so he couldn’t possibly understand how to perform in this way.

» Posted By Doug On 05.07.2014 @ 12:43 pm

airport

The airport shifted under him, rocking with the explosions. He stumbled, falling painfully onto one of the molded chairs in the lobby. Dust rained from the ceiling. There wasn’t much time before the entire structure gave out.

» Posted By Doug On 05.06.2014 @ 1:09 pm

commission

His commission would be running out any day now. Give it two weeks and he’d be back on the streets of Chicago. Good Lord, where would he go? He hadn’t talked to Kristie in seven weeks, ever since his brother had walked in on her cooking dinner for another man. Where would he go? What could he do?

» Posted By Doug On 04.17.2014 @ 10:16 am

modest

Modest Mouse is quite a strange band, but they play some catchy tunes.

» Posted By Doug On 03.10.2014 @ 10:44 am

orphans

Orphan. I guess that’s what I am now. I had watched my father waste away in the hospital bed for the next three months. Now he lies underground next to my mother’s grave. I don’t know if I am even sad that he’s gone. If I had even loved him.

» Posted By Doug On 02.06.2014 @ 6:41 pm

struggle

He struggled to the surface, breaking it with a terrible roar. He flailed, desperate to feel the air in his lungs again. All he wanted was Chex mix. He wanted it so desperatelythat he couldn’t feel anything else.

» Posted By Doug On 01.30.2014 @ 1:13 pm

sniper

The man lay with his chest pressed into the icy bricks. He stared sightlessly over the edge of the rooftop. Sunlight danced off the rifle’s scope, the same rifle which had been splattered with gore just the previous night.

» Posted By Doug On 01.04.2014 @ 9:21 am

quest

journey to reach an end. a goal to achieve the success you desire. an adventure to a desired destination. a goal of accomplishment.

» Posted By Doug On 12.22.2013 @ 7:59 pm

oil

Her body was convulsing violently, white foam covered her mouth. Little Andrew’s eyes were fixed upon the spasmodic arms and legs. And he watched until the movement finally stopped. How cold she felt now. The decanter of olive oil she had been clutching only a few minutes before had shattered when she fell. The contents seeped into her hair.

» Posted By Doug On 11.10.2013 @ 11:29 am

genetics

It’s in my genes, they say. No, I’m pretty sure it’s not in your genes. If you’d look around you, there are plenty of other people with the same problem you’ve got. Are they moping around about it? No. They’re going out and they’re living their lives free of worry. Don’t ever say that it’s in your genes. It’s nothing if not an excuse.

» Posted By Doug On 10.25.2013 @ 10:25 am

affection

Even without her near him, he could feel her tender arms around him. It left chilling gooseflesh on his arms. All around him, the rain poured, spilling haphazardly through the holes in his ragged canvas tent. But for that moment, he was with her, wholeheartedly.

» Posted By Doug On 10.24.2013 @ 9:13 am

baffled

He gaped. The rest of the room froze. Admiral Garfield stared defiantly into the General’s eyes. The General didn’t move. The room seemed suspended on the tip of a pin.

» Posted By Doug On 10.20.2013 @ 4:44 pm

stampede

He couldn’t hold them back. It wasn’t possible, not through his shouts or the enemy’s guns. The people surged forward with mindless struggle, blindly throwing themselves into the teeth of the crossfire. But they kept coming, pouring forth like a clothed wave. He saw people step blindly over the bodies of their own countrymen, piling up underfoot. These people could not- would not- be contained.

» Posted By Doug On 10.16.2013 @ 10:21 am

stamped

The paper crumpled in his hand, the dark curling stamp glaring back at him. The mark of the king, paid for with the labor of his citizens across the ocean.

» Posted By Doug On 10.15.2013 @ 7:04 am

rewrite

I always believed that the rewrite was the hardest part of the literary adventure. Not only do you have to revisit everything you touched upon in the first draft, but you have to read the piece in its entirety to make sure that it makes sense.

» Posted By Doug On 10.10.2013 @ 7:46 am

pines

The sharp scent of the needles pricked my nose. I felt my way over a mossy log, unable to see in the morning light. The hairs on the back of my neck stood erect; in the distance, I could hear dogs barking. And they sounded like they were getting closer.

» Posted By Doug On 10.09.2013 @ 9:41 am

aboard

Aboard? Wait a minute. Didn’t we have this same topic yesterday? That’s not fair, is it? Doesn’t sound right to me. You think that it’s just a mistake or that the topic doesn’t change often? I don’t really know what to think on this.

» Posted By Doug On 10.08.2013 @ 11:05 am

All aboard! Can’t remember how many times I’ve heard those words. For all the times that I’ve had the opportunity to climb aboard a ship and embark on a new adventure.

» Posted By Doug On 10.07.2013 @ 11:56 am

solidarity

The System provided a sense of solidarity to the people that they had not felt in centuries. It required merely a simple brain surgery removing the part of the brain involved with will and decision-making. Surgically removing their free will ultimately freed them from the hardship and anxiety of the human mind. The System would care for them, and all they need give in return was their services, their labor, their unyielding obedience. They may feel as content as cattle in a field. It is all so simple.

» Posted By Doug On 08.19.2013 @ 4:05 pm

bloomed

I had this word last time I tried. It would be wrong for you to supply the same word all the time. Firstly I thought about blooming into the spring but that is just pretty lame. I only associate that word with flowers. I wonder why that is so typical. If tomorrow the flowers bloom and I think of blossom again that will not be a good thing! Will you tell me when 60 seconds is up or will I just keep writing until the cows eat the flowers from the garden.
I see how it works the timer ticks and the flowers grow. Get a job and a car and don’t think of flowers

» Posted By Doug On 07.29.2013 @ 3:27 am

doors

A few doors down. I recognized those screams. But I did nothing. Nothing. I was staring at my hands like I am now.

» Posted By Doug On 07.20.2013 @ 7:57 pm

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