I was born. I grew. I loved. I cried. I lived. Now I'm done.
I waited at the door with my gun. I knew he'd come back. Bang.
Her touch was velvet. Her breath gave him life. He now knew his purpose.
He gave the order and the world changed forever. Life is too easily destroyed.
Is that him... wearing a pink turtleneck for our date? Slam... click... duck... shhhhhhh........
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Hey Tammy,
Long time no chat.
Welcome to the site. We (or at least me) are very excited to have you. Thank you for being so active already. FYI, with this post, you will be in line to pick a writing topic after Aharon (be ready for 9/24/07).
Of the five stories, I liked ["I waited at the door with my gun. I knew he'd come back. Bang."] the most. As I sorted through my own 14 word stories, I noticed that none of them had quite the kick that that story contained.
I genuinely feel that your "Bang" story had the most in common with Hemmingway's "For sale: baby shoes, never used." None of my entries hit that instant and powerful emotional note like yours and his did.
Great job.
I wanted to welcome you here, and I also want to comment on your stories... but I have to let it go for tonight.
Soon, that.
Welcome : ) I'm also excited you're here.
many different viewpoints... : ) One of the things that I've always enjoyed about knowing you is your ability to do that, see things from different points of view.
This rings out very true in your stories, here. My favorite one is "I waited at the door with my gun. I knew he'd come back. Bang." Not because it's a pleasant thought, but because it goes to the core of so many things I know about you.
And if I didn't know you, I'd still be able to tell it was something quite powerful. : )
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