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1072 words Eduard did not answer. His father walked back and forth across the yard beyond the window above the sink, pushing a rusted lawn mower in front of him. ...

1138 words “How many cows do you”—she mulled over her next words—”get through in a day?” Eduard shrugged as he led the horse back into its stall. It was almost ...

1049 words “Fine, Eduard, just fine.” Mr. Dostal crossed the yard to his son. At forty-four, he stooped below his full height so that he was eye level with Eduard’s ...

1039 words He patted the pile of books before readjusting his spectacles. “As long as your sister keeps coming here and buying up my books, you and me are in ...

1142 words men in spotless dress blues from each branch of the military filled the space like marbles in a jar. They danced with the rapid speed of the band, ...

1032 words! no warnings “You should start playing baseball for Assumption,” John Joseph said as the sound of the faucet filled the room. “All the Czechs do,” Joseph John echoed. ...

1379! no warnings. i didn't count the repeated words at the beginning. It was Eduard’s turn to wave his hand in indifference. “Don’t be. It’s your house. Just use my ...

1234 words! no warnings this time And that was the truth. In his six months in the city, he had seen innumerable blue stars appear in the windows of his ...

hey omni! i know this definitely isn't sci-fi or fantasy, but if you want to review my lms novel, i'd be happy to have you! but totally up to you ...

I'm back for a little! And I want to read stuff! I will read... Short stories Novellas Novels Prose I will read at your own risk... Poetry - I don't ...

1031 words! tw for butcher stuff and death Eddie noticed that her calves were speckled with bruises and sunspots. With a groan, the old lady knelt down on both knees; ...

1048 words! still working on it but just wanted to get it posted. tw: childbirth, death Contrary to what Eddie had anticipated, Mr. Wasson responded as soon as the last ...

1170 words! i'll be in the central time zone starting wednesday. Five agonizing minutes later, the truck arrived next to the rusting mailbox at the end of the Wasson’s driveway. ...

1079 words! I decided to start something completely new, so here we go. The young boy watched paint chips fall off of the doorframe as his father’s feet slipped on ...

lowkey might write a brand new novel... kind of have gotten bored of thsj after five years (that or i've written myself into a corner). we'll see what i do ...