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LOC: Alexandria, VA
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LAST LOGIN: November 08
LOC: Alexandria, VA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 08
I AM THE ANTI-SOCIALEST…LOOK AT ME AND I WILL STARE A HOLE THROUGH YOUR SOUL. LAUGH WITH ME, AND KNOW THAT I AM LAUGHING AT YOU. HATE ME, AND KNOW THAT THE FEELING IS MUTUAL. I HAVE BEEN IN THE WORLD AND TRIED TO MIX WITH THE ANIMALS AND I HAVE FOUND THAT HUMAN DECENCY IS A MYTH, AN OXY-MORON, HUMAN AND DECENCY ARE TWO WORDS THAT ARE UNRELATED…I AM THE ANTI-SOCIALEST.
I am old enough to be atleast a little bit wise, and still young enough to have fun when I can. I do not feel that there is any formula for writing something memorable. The only thing that I can see being useful is honesty. If you write something, be honest, open, and do not be afraid to show a little slice of your inner-soul. I am not a big believer in the go…
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<!--Session data-->IN THE SPRING I LAUGHED AND RAN THROUGH THE GRASS SMELLING THE EARTHY SMELL OF NEW LIFE. THE BIRDS CHIRPED AND THE JOY I FELT WAS OVERPOWERING. I KNEW IT ALL AND I DID NOT CARE WHO THOUGHT DIFFERENT. I LEARNED NEW THINGS AND I HAD IT ALL IN FRONT OF ME TO DISCOVER. IN THE SUMMER I PLAYED WITH FRIENDS AND LEARNED YET MORE. THERE WERE GAMES AND EXPERIENCES THAT WERE ONCE IN A LIFETIME. I FOUND LOVE AND IT WAS A POWERFUL THING THAT RULED MY HEART FOR THE WHOLE SE...
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I AM SITTING ON THE BUNK, STARING AT THE BARS. THERE IS NO CLOCK HANGING ON THE GRAY DRAB STONE WALLS, YET I CAN HEAR THE TICK TICKING OF TIME AS IT APPROACHES. TIME IS NOW MY ENEMY AND A VICIOUS ONE IT IS. THERE IS A DISTANT CLANGING AND SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK DEPTHS A LONELY SOUL CRIES OUT IN DESPERATION. I HEAR THE APPROACH OF THE REAPER. HE COMES ON THUMPING POLISHED JACKBOOTED SOLES. SOLES COMING FOR MY SOUL. THEY STOP IN FRONT OF ME ON THE FREEDOM SIDE OF THE BARS. UNIFORMS CRIS...
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He wakes in the desert. Spitting sand from his cracked lips he crawls out of his sleeping bag and welcomes the glorious sunrise over the eastern hills. He ignores the strangers lying around him and the pounding in his head from too much whiskey the night before. The warm rays of the new dawning day warm the chill from his bones but not from his soul. He has been here outside of the city for a little over a week. The work is slow, but this is fine, it gives him a chance to explore the region. ...
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Hail to the Chief! By Xander Brooks Well, another election year has rolled by and it is now the day after elections. In past years it has taken several weeks to determine just who our next Commander and Chief is. This year seems to be the exception to the rule. In a surprising landslide the public has spoken and Howard Stern the popular shock jock from out of New York has been elected. Running on the independent circuit he was definitely the dark horse in the running. The news came as quite a...
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I am here and here is anywhere you can imagine. I am tired, so tired. The daily masses wax and wane around me stepping over me, stepping on me. They look at me yearning to ignore me. I turn from them into the wind moving on and on and on. I am here again, here is now nowhere you can imagine. The sky above me bleeds, cut to the quick by the contempt of man. The daily masses stand stone still before me. I observe them. My gaze oozes derision and my screams are as acid. I twist the dagger a lit...
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I enjoyed this piece on a whole, but I would revise it carefully and do a re-write. There are multiple spelling and clerical errors. I personally wanted a little explanation on who the four characters were. Could the "regular" people see them or not? It has potential, but it needs some serious polishing. I can see that you are learned though and have a talent, just hone it and it could work very well for you.
This was a very intense piece and very much the definition of flash fiction. I enjoyed the images it conveyed, the only thing I would do is make it more clear who the characters are. They need a little refinement to make the reader understand better.
I would say that this is really well written, the flow is perfect, and the description is not bogging it down in any way. I would probably reclassify it though. There is no hook, or twist at the end to leave the reader wanting more. Flash is supposed to grab someone and make them wonder or perhaps even shock a little. Well written pieve though, keep up the good work
The blood soaked sands of time once again run red. - This was my favorite here I believe. I am a sucker for quotes. I always like to read someone else's mind and quotes were invented for just that purpose I believe. Good work, I would be intrigued to peruse the novel
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