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four2four [Nov. 22nd, 2008|09:50 pm]
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everstone

If you would like to join a new micro-fiction community, which will hopefully have regular updates, go to four2four. It has a 424 word limit, but otherwise you may choose what and how you would like to post!

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NanoWriMo: Flash Fiction Every Day in November [Oct. 30th, 2007|12:18 pm]
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gdwessel
New community, new challenge.

Presenting: nano_wrimo

NanoWriMo 2007, where you write and post a piece of flash fiction for every day of November 2007. Flash fiction is very short, spontaneous fiction of any genre. Less than 500 words per piece is optimum.

This is NOT related to NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Which also runs in November. If you are looking for it, I would suggest you go there instead. This is sort of its contrary cousin.

Please, join in and sound off.
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police woman [Oct. 20th, 2007|04:31 pm]
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obliterati
The cop uniform is the only thing that keeps me from losing it right there, I think I actually started to tremble the one time it was you in normal clothes on a sidewalk by the bank, I left right away to go sleep it off, because of the risk of cardiac failure. It is not exactly a normal day when the stabbing chest pains are my favorite thing.
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(no subject) [Oct. 12th, 2006|03:00 pm]
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obliterati
"I can't believe you said that" and he said "what?" and she said "that was just uncalled for, you're just mean" and recoiling he repeated a "what?" before he remembered his words, "I fucked solid chunks out of your elite sculptor woman last night" and suddenly agreed, he had crossed a line, how was the sculptor woman supposed to be thought of this way? He said, "fuck you anyway."
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The Secret Life of Fingers [Sep. 24th, 2006|11:08 pm]
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valeocamillam
[mood |amusedamused]

She waved her hands about for inflection as she sat before him, explaining the complicated small print on his contract. He daydreamed about the secret life of those red tipped fingers. How animated did they become during a long, relaxing shower? How hard did she bite her left thumb, while applying even, firm circles on her clit with the right? He suddenly awoke with her gentle touch and smirk.
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2006|04:48 pm]
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obliterati
This is where I sat and waited for you as the sun started to sparkle back, the recovery from mono complete, music like I'd never heard before, plants in the window, the amazingly detailed jelly beans, the lumbering difficulty sprawling through their uncapped containment at 3am, the scattering of the amazingly detailed jelly beans all across the floor, but the sex was too good to ever stop coming back.
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Hungry Papa [Sep. 7th, 2006|06:31 pm]
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sallybelle
It was Hungry Papa who taught us how to lick the bowl. At supper he would slurp the soup and wipe up every bit of greasy broth with his thick quick tongue. This looked like fun to me. Mama thought this a bad example and hollered, "Stop." One tome I thought I saw her sucking on a spoon. But I know now, that was young imagination on the run.
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How to Redress a Scanty Word Count [Sep. 6th, 2006|07:23 pm]
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sallybelle
When she says, "Lick my attitude," run. She'll take you in the woods behind the State School, eat your feta, and complain, "Your pita's too dry." Saying, "Let's pretend," she'll bounce your libido off the seat of her '89 Mercury. Your Mojo will work overtime while the back-to-work whistle blows. Too late, you'll realize she's eaten your lunch and your tongue hasn't touched her attitude. THE END.
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How to Keep a Stater Job [Sep. 5th, 2006|01:56 pm]
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sallybelle
When she says, “Lick my attitude,” run. She'll take you in the woods behind the State School, eat your feta, and complain, “Your pita’s too dry.” Saying, "Let's pretend," she’ll bounce your libido off the seat of her '89 Mercury. Your Mojo will work overtime while the back-to-work whistle blows. Too late, you’ll realize she’s eaten your lunch and your tongue hasn’t touched her attitude.
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Modern Day Fairytale [Aug. 8th, 2006|12:12 pm]
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the_mock_turtle
She feels it, but perhaps all that shiny armor deflects the heat because he moves as if he hasn’t even broken a sweat yet.

On one knee he pledges himself, “I know modern girls don’t like chivalry so I won’t place you on a pedestal. Instead I promise to knock down the riders who approach on a horse taller than yours and to bring you pleasure with my tongue.”
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