Cherrypicked stories

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Mountain Rescue

By Sooz006 on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

He's lain in the snow for eighteen hours, can Jake and the rest of the team save the little boy or

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Village Raises Another Child

By satiety on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

An Elder came seemingly out of nowhere, and taught them all.

Other Non-fiction

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C: Chapter 3

By jab16 on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Chapter 3 Back then she was called Female, as in tamale. She was born in the United States, across a shallow river from her hometown that would later...

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Menopausal Maniacal Me

By satiety on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Why do they call it the 'change of life, when it should be called the murderous years&;#063;

Opinion

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A Terrible Master

By beef on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

We all had things that stuck to us in those days. That held us, and we gratefully held them back. Tightly. Those days, those clinging days that stuck...

Certificate 15

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A Terrible Master

By beef on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

We all had things that stuck to us in those days. That held us, and we gratefully held them back. Tightly. Those days, those clinging days that stuck...

Certificate 15

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View

By gingeresque on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

after a day of far too many hurtful comments

Autobiography

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Water in Chrissie

By gingeresque on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

inspired by Sylvia Plath's 'Daddy', and an overdose of PMS.

Certificate 18

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Hand Grenades and Horseshoes

By writers_anon on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Lying on the sun-buttered, wind-seared beach, drinking Absinthe and ice water, he picks at his burning wounds. This is between him and his conscience...

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X What counts

By writers_anon on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Later, some will say she walked the beach mile from town, brought herself to rest against the low dune and knowing her time was done waited, watching...

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Time, You Say&;#063;

By writers_anon on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

It governs you, we know. Stern faced, black handed dismisses your excuses with a sweep of its arm. You look at it, we see you, how it divides the...

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Orchard

By writers_anon on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Some say it's between you and your conscience, what you do or don't do when no-one knows or sees you. The way you never walked that dog when they...

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T ~ Caligula wants to die

By Jack Cade on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

A new addition to what will eventually be a sort of play.

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B: Chapter 2

By jab16 on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Surly Ann, Chapter 2 Many peopled asked, "My goodness, what happened to her?" An easy question, though asked uneasily. Mostly the question was asked...

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G ~ A seeker, hopeful

By Jack Cade on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Another appreciation of. Man's gotta do *something* at work.

Other Non-fiction

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E - The Emperor's Garden

By claire_michell on Mon, 13 Sep 2004

'Prove me,' you said as I slid a razor down your back, but drew no blood. Your face was white and breathing like an orchid. There are no flowers as...