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Paranormal/Futuristic
Mr. Right and the Haunted House
The four-foot Christmas tree standing on the side table near the window should have eased the gloom in the room, but it didn’t. Instead, the battery-operated blinking lights increased the wild shadows on the heavy brocade drapes and intensified the stark stone of the wall behind, and its false cheer made anything beyond its light, including me, seem more forlorn and dead.
Sep 8, 2007, 21:23
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Contemporary
Bone Deep
“I’m sorry, Hailey.” David placed his hand on her shoulder. The condescending gesture infuriated her. While other passengers and flight crews moved around them in the terminal, she stood dripping wet and staring incredulously at him.
Sep 8, 2007, 16:42
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Contemporary
Inheriting Love
Las Vegas, Nevada
Ryan squirmed alone in his double bed, clicking the remote control until he settled on a fly fishing tournament. He heard the screen door to his trailer slam shut, a muffled thump signaled his home health aide, Derrick had arrived and stashed his lunch cooler.
Sep 8, 2007, 14:34
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Paranormal/Futuristic
No Title # 12
He was different from the others—so different that she wasn’t the only one to spot it. Still, all that regard wasn’t good for him. The boy was far too serious for so young an age.
Sep 8, 2007, 13:30
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Paranormal/Futuristic
Dragon Fire
Declan Black beat his wings against the night sky, as a barrage of gunshots screamed from below.
“Faster, Tallon!” He shouted to the female dragon in front of him, seconds before bullets tattered the scales of his left wing. A hot spike of pain lanced between his shoulder blades. Slipping in his ascent, he paused to grab a breath.
Sep 8, 2007, 11:52
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Suspense/Intrigue
Longboat Key
Detective Riley Donovan peered through the passenger window of the Crown Vic in irritation. A small crowd of curiosity seekers gathered at the scene of the murder. His trained scanned the taped off area of the crime scene. "There's no streetlights."
Sep 8, 2007, 07:45
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Contemporary
Shades of Grace
In the dining room of the Live Oak Country Club, Aaron Robertson enjoyed his iced tea and waited for his daughter. Good thing he’d drilled punctuality into her; he wouldn’t have much longer to wait. Judith had turned out to be the kind of daughter any father would be proud of. She was intelligent and attractive in a quiet sort of way. Yes, Judith’s life was unfurling just as he’d hoped.
Sep 8, 2007, 05:07
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Contemporary
Drive Me Crazy
"Those things will kill you, you know."
Sep 1, 2007, 21:35
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Paranormal/Futuristic
Second Moon
“Hey, it’s a full moon.” Samantha looked up at the sky as she stepped out of the restaurant.
Sep 1, 2007, 21:15
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Paranormal/Futuristic
Across Time
Near Bath, England
Isabel Church had finally come home. After years of dreaming, of clipping pictures of castles and people dressed in tweed from magazines, she’d arrived. She’d never been to England, yet the rolling green hills and misty weather seemed as familiar to her as the cows and farmlands back in the Midwest where she’d grown up.
Sep 1, 2007, 20:57
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Historical
Taming the Rogue
4th April 1758, Richmond Park, London
The gold and pink striped dawn rippled across the narrow blade slashing through the air in fine precision. The wrist turned sharply into a Cart, feinting into a Ters then back into a Cart.
Thrust. Parr. Lunge. The sword flowed with the ease and grace of a true master.
"I suppose, old man, there isn’t a way to make you see reason and bow out?" Denton, the Marquis of Huntley, casually queried of his rapier-wielding friend.
Sep 1, 2007, 19:29
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Contemporary
No Title # 10
The large balding, gray-haired man spoke with the authority of someone accustomed to getting what he wanted. “I want to hire you, Hadley, and I want you to find out who this woman is.”
Sep 1, 2007, 17:06
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Suspense/Intrigue
Web of Deceit
Only eight days had passed since Jenna Callaway and her husband signed the lease which marked the beginning of her new life. Somehow it seemed appropriate she’d be the first one driving the back roads through southern Maine to the little cottage they’d rented. It had been a long time since Jenna felt any true joy in her life. Not that today made her happy, just satisfied she’d finally made a decision on her own.
Sep 1, 2007, 14:15
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Paranormal/Futuristic
Kindred Spirit
The bar was sweltering and the dancing sweaty. Especially since I was squeezed between two hotties and my best friend, Jenna, as we danced like wild monkeys.
Sep 1, 2007, 12:24
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Contemporary
An Unfinished Love
Jessica Roarke’s head was buried in a law book when the electronic ring of her cell phone startled her back to reality. She blew out a long breath, glanced at the caller information, and answered with mild annoyance. “I’ve still got ten minutes, Aunt Opal.”
Sep 1, 2007, 09:15
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Historical
Caledonian Bride
78 CE Britannia
Bran’s head, I am crying. Tanwen wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I am not ready, I tell you.”
Sep 1, 2007, 09:04
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Suspense/Intrigue
Inappropriate, Inc.
I hate discovering dead bodies.
Sep 1, 2007, 07:44
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Suspense/Intrigue
I'll Be Watching You
The moment Faith McKenzie stopped the car in front of the house she realized she’d made a dreadful mistake.
In truth she’d made several starting with what she prayed wouldn’t prove to be the biggest of all...being out all alone after dark. But then she hadn’t exactly planned on being gone more than a few hours when she’d left the house in a hurry after receiving the first call in weeks from an ‘unknown caller’ id.
Sep 1, 2007, 07:43
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Paranormal/Futuristic
The Seal and the Sea Nymph
Lieutenant Byron Burke cupped his hat over his heart and knelt before a cluster of simple headstones. Resting a well-muscled arm on his knee, he bowed his tawny head in prayer for the only family he’d ever known. “I’d be nothing if not for you,” he rasped. "Nothing."
Sep 1, 2007, 05:52
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Contemporary
Living Canvas
There was something familiar about the painting - of course Audrey knew that when she bought it. The long she stared at the summer landscape, its sun shafts casting long shadows of trees on the ground before her, the more she felt that she was standing in the meadow. A warm breeze caressed her face, the scent of pine needles and water weeds tingled in her nose. The rustle of leaves overhead whispered a welcome. Was it just memories, or had she become part of the painting? Audrey took a step and felt warm earth between her bare toes, punctuated by cool patches of grass on the soles of her feet.
Sep 1, 2007, 05:15
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