Author's Note: I was really attempting to keep to the word count for the meme. I really really was. Was not aiming for the second longest piece I'd written since coming over to DreamWidth. :-D

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"It's going down." Water poured off the shoulders of Malcolm's rain slicker as the little cabin they kept us in was shaken by another clap of thunder. He ( Read more... )

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Hey all!

I have finally completed the initial 30 Days of Fiction meme from
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"It's like something out of a bad soap opera," Jackie quipped from the back seat with all the bravado of a teenager.

"Is there such a thing as a good soap opera?" Her mother Carolyn replied, trying to head the rest of the conversation off at the pass, knowing how it had gone when she had it with Tom.

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Essie ran like she'd never run before.

Outside the cabin where the terrible men had kept her in bondage since stealing her out of her own home, the rain was starting to come down in sheets. It took her a moment to register the cold and the wet, or even to realize that it was nighttime. The horror of her experience and fear of ever going back there ( Read more... )

There is nothing more off-putting than ones first time experiencing a video feed. The feed from Professor Karl Strauss-Vasquez' class was not the first that I had tuned into over the course of my investigations, but it was different from others I had tapped into throughout my career. Strauss-Vasquez was one of the foremost authorities in Biological ( Read more... )

There was a piercing pain in my right side and then the water was rushing up to meet my body. It was cold, terribly, achingly cold and took the wind from me. The black depths surrounded me and then all was black. I took small solace in how quickly unconsciousness was coming for me; I'd always assumed that if I were to die, no matter how soon it ( Read more... )

Dear Mrs. Meyer,

Thank you for submitting your manuscript to our management firm. As you might expect, we receive many manuscripts on any given day from 'undiscovered' authors such as yourself. To help you to understand the process, your manuscript was read by a number of our staffers before it was passed up to my desk. I must admit that your ( Read more... )

Growing up in the farmlands south of what was still called the Armistice Line, in a land that hadn't seen war in seven generations, we all dreamed of Century City. Born of the same war that gave us the A.L., Century City was founded one-hundred years to the day that the Armistice brought it all to an end. An independent city that was neither East ( Read more... )

It was a cold and blustery winter's day when they did the final table read of my script. Principal photography was going to begin the next day; the sex scene. The director insisted that it was the best way to break the ice and get everyone into character. Personally, I thought it was the best way to creep out the starlet-of-the-moment they'd cast ( Read more... )