Tag: short story
member name: Greg Schiller
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May 01, 2007 08:42 AM EDT --
Critique welcome
Somewhere East of Elko Nevada, Allen and Meg turned off the interstate to glide under the concrete canopy of a Philips 66 station. The canopy cast a deep blue pool . . .
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June 28, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
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You're Hot!
Ha! That is quite a thing to say!
You are!
It's not polite to tell a stranger on the bus that they are hot.
You're not a stranger.
Why do you say . . .
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December 14, 2009 07:18 PM EST --
Raise your hand if you have ever changed a flat tire.
Okay, put your hands down.
Now, who has waged that battle with the emergency equipment found in the typical trunk?
Okay, you can stop . . .
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December 14, 2009 06:01 AM EST --
The forecast says, "cold with snow", it's the sort of . . .
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June 23, 2007 08:16 AM EDT --
Critique Welcome
A short story told in dialogue:
I need to be with her when she is put down.
Of course, but let me warn you that death does not always come peacefully . . .
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July 02, 2007 11:26 AM EDT --
Didn't see you on the bus yesterday.
Naw, I took the day off; had to go to court.
How come?
Ex-landlord refused to return my damage deposit.
You win?
Slam-dunk.
Good for you.
Typical crap, but . . .
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October 14, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
None of this is my fault.
FOXNEWS is calling it “The Payday Massacre”, like I'm some kind of gangster killer. Nothing could be further from the truth.
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June 16, 2007 09:25 AM EDT --
I'm leaving Yadafone.
You never seemed happy there, Ed.
Yeah, got sick of putting in time.
That, I think, is what they call work.
No, everyone else worked, I was useless.
That, I think, . . .
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April 08, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
Sgt. Schultz pulled his squad behind a Volkswagen Beetle blocking the south bound lane of River Road. The little white car puttered at an uneasy idle, its air-cooled engine rattling a loose . . .
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April 08, 2007 04:41 PM EDT --
Schultz glanced through the front door window to check things out before knocking. Just inside, the three-speed bicycle he had expected to see at the accident scene rested against the wooden rails of a . . .
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April 08, 2007 05:07 PM EDT --
The resemblance was too close for coincidence, but it was not perfect.
Katie parted her hair on the left; the victim on the right. Katie was left handed and wore her watch on the right; the victim's . . .
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April 08, 2007 05:23 PM EDT --
Schultz spoke with the business editor at the Tribune to get some background on Control Data Corporation. He learned that the company appeared from behind the cloak of a secret Navy project during World . . .
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April 08, 2007 05:31 PM EDT --
A large naked man known as "Father of Waters" keeps an eye on the comings and goings of Minneapolis City Hall. He reclines on a granite pedestal in the rotunda where he coyly extends the large . . .
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April 08, 2007 05:36 PM EDT --
Epilogue
On a morning in late October 1995, Schultz retrieved a frost hardened copy of the Star Tribune from his lawn. He poured a mug of coffee and settled to read by the light of a weak sun burning . . .
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May 03, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
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In a canyon west of Boulder Colorado, Meg eased Allen's Volkswagen down a rutted road dogging the course of a noisy brook. The lane crossed and re-crossed the stream . . .
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May 06, 2007 10:56 AM EDT --
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For Meg, The Black Hills were more than mountains. She carried a worn, marked-up copy of "Black Elk Speaks" in support of her belief that . . .
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June 08, 2007 03:39 PM EDT --
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You look like you have been up all night.
Yeah, we had the break-up fight. Marcy is gone.
I am really sorry to hear that. She was a nice kid.
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September 07, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
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Jane stalked the commons pond, muttering to herself. She fumed, and cursed over the self-assigned task of rousting geese with a stick. No one else would do . . .
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December 15, 2006 11:57 AM EST --
Like so many Americans, I have fallen in and out of love with cars. I have experienced every emotion with cars from the beaming pride of a new purchase to the ache of junking an old friend. . . .
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January 27, 2007 12:02 PM EST --
One autumn day, George, the neighborhood pharmacist, announced to his soda counter regulars that he been selected by lottery to hunt buffalo in North Dakota. Such exotic news deeply stirred such ordinary . . .
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