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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  The Vanishing Act (Part 2) - (Freewrite)

  Part 1 When asked about her age, Grandma would say she felt like a 100 year old donkey, which never failed to make the kids laugh and run around making funny noises. She tried…

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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  The vanishing act (Freewrite)

  Nobody knew how old Grandma was. Not even she. If you listened to her, she had been found by some gypsies wandering in a corn field when she was two or three, four at most.…

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  • - Author $0.21
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• marie-jay (61)in #weekendfreewrite • 5 years ago

  The other side of the wall

  The rooster was going off again at 5 in the morning. It was time to do something to shut the damn bird up. He didn’t mind getting up early,the problem was all the creatures…

  $9.91

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  • - Author $7.46
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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  A new lease on life

  Mr. Gaston had built a solid reputation for himself as the go-to guy. No matter the problem, he would sort it out for you. For a price, of course. A guy’s got to live, right…

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  • - Author $0.15
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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  Bernadette’s Corner (freewrite)

  It was sort of a rite of passage, the first visit to the park, even though most of the kids in the area spent much of their childhood there, riding the iron horses with their…

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  • - Author $0.11
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• marie-jay (61)in #weekendfreewrite • 5 years ago

  Creepy-crawlies (Weekend freewrite)

  The sound had finally moved away from him. The loud unmistakable thump that made the floorboard squeak made it clear it wasn’t the creepy-crawlies this time. Strange how he’d…

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  • - Author $0.31
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• marie-jay (61)in #weekendfreewrite • 5 years ago

  The Salesman (Weekend freewrite)

  ‘That's our motto, and if you can't abide by it, then you are not the type of person...’ ‘Don’t worry, Mr.D, nobody’s ever called me lazy’, Michael Green interrupted, sitting a…

  $14.58

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  • - Author $11.08
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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  The punching game (Freewrite)

  The boy never makes a sound. He sits perfectly still on the on the rickety chair, with it’s moth-eaten fake velvet. Green and stained. Not that it matters, for the boy sits in…

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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  Lost kitty (Freewrite)

  Mommy said she’d be watching from the window, like she always says. She’d been saying that for years and Maddie believed her for a while, and she’d always made sure to be playing…

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• marie-jay (61)in #weekendfreewrite • 5 years ago

  Fabian and Flora (Weekend freewrite)

  There were snakes in the old stone place, but the grass grew so green and so tall, you hardly ever so them crawling at your feet. And Flora had learned not to be afraid of…

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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  King Richie (Freewrite)

  ‘Anything else, Your Majesty?’ The girl already knows he won’t be ordering anything else, he never does, but she cannot resist it. Just for once, she’d like to see the man lower…

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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 5 years ago

  Halcyon curse (Freewrite)

  The servant girl must be new to the palace, the princess doesn’t remember her placid round face. The princess watches the lazy girl barely touching the furniture with her…

  $14.58

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  • - Author $11.10
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• marie-jay (61)in #weekendfreewrite • 5 years ago

  Unforgiven

  I got progressively more and more frightened of ocean sailing until I just couldn't deal with the stress any more. I got a bigger boat hoping it will give me enough…

  $1.79

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  • - Author $1.42
  • - Curators $0.38

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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 6 years ago

  Howling wolf (freewrite)

  It had to be him. The others had already picked their shovels, without a word, as was customary, and had started digging, but he just pushed them away. Also without a word, but…

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  • - Author $0.11
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• marie-jay (61)in #freewrite • 6 years ago

  The Beach (freewrite)

  The first time Elijah sensed something odd was when he was about five. The comforting feel of the warm sand against the soles of his feet made him cry with delight. ‘Oh, how I…

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  • - Author $0.11
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• marie-jay (61)in #fiction • 6 years ago

  The Outpost (story) - Part 2

  Part 1 The alien’s words sounded strained, which only added to the sense of dread seeping through Ryan’s bones. The only brothers they had left were those few starving on…

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  • - Author $1.65
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• marie-jay (61)in #sci-fi • 6 years ago

  The Outpost (story)

  The buzzer on his left arm started vibrating a few seconds before the alarm sounded, giving Ryan just enough time to open his eyes to see the flashing red display over the door…

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  • - Author $13.07
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• marie-jay (61)in #fiction • 6 years ago

  The Light Bearer (short story)

  ‘He’s all yours’, the colonel said, giving Werner a stern look and a mobilizing pat on the shoulder. No need to say more, everything had already been discussed when he’d been…

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• marie-jay (61)in #fiction • 6 years ago

  Ripples of the heart (Short story)

  I no longer remember my name, although I’m sure I used to have one or possibly more. It’s hard for me to say this, but truth is no one has called me anything for a long time. I…

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• marie-jay (61)in #fiction • 6 years ago

  Welcome to Hell (story)

  Ian was the first of us to go. Over the perimeter, to a slow, but painless death. As the alarm sounded, people dropped whatever they were doing and gathered in front of the gates…

  $3.07

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  • - Author $2.35
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