General Fiction

Les Enfants

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 03:10:47 GMT

Les Enfants

It's a real toaster-oven-burn every time you have to fire someone. There's a few seconds of Bambi squatting over a bomb in their eyes. We don't give pinkslips at work. We offer terminus directives.

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Novellist Arto Nieminen

feeds@yuku.com (jamiji) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 03:55:12 GMT

Mansion

Every christmas their family got together into the mansion spending the christmas time.
They ate christmas dinner around the table in the large hall, plates kling and humble of the talk filled the hall when they told what was happened to them during the year. They lived away from home allready, but in christmas time they returned in there spending few peacefull days and joining themselves.
Dinner was continueing and they moved to another course. It was christmaseve...

Need Themes (discussion) for new contest.

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:27:14 GMT

Have an idea for a writing contest? Please post below.

Thank You,

Philipe Nicolini

Creative Writing Class Short Story

feeds@yuku.com (b3av3r) — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 21:59:51 GMT

this is basically a rough draft with no editing done yet

Andy slammed the door shut to the school gymnasium and turned the key securely locking the building for the night. He sighed as another day of meaningless work was finished and started walking back to his beat up truck. The only thing he looked forward to in his life was the few hours between quitting time and bedtime about five hours later. He opened the door to his truck and the hinges creaked...

Forward From the Past #1

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 18:45:44 GMT

Prologue

Some believe in reincarnation. I do not. I do believe it is possible. I believe almost everything is possible, except perhaps the impossible dream. I believe in telling the truth, but I have read that stories are lies to make one realize the truth. I admit I don't always know what is true. Some dream may have made me say something and then what I said was not true. This is a story that may be a lie that tells the truth.
One day I was backing into a parking space, slowly, I...

A Possible Future

feeds@yuku.com (b3av3r) — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 21:28:37 GMT

3120. Silence. Complete and total silence. The city had slowly become a tomb where sound was swallowed and hidden away. All the sounds were hidden deep down under the contaminated soil of the Earth; close to the souls that were trapped in Hell. The city lived while the people slowly withered away and joined their cursed peers deep underground. One brief second on their way down they heard a barrage of wonderfully musical yet terrifying sounds like they had never heard above ground. It had...

Thelma and Clyde

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 14:56:23 GMT

Like Bonnie Parker said, "we rob banks", Thelma loved Clyde the way Bonnie Parker loved Clyde Barrow, Clyde was willing to go along.

Clyde was minding his own business, not a thought in the world of robbing banks. Thelma was obsessing. She wanted out of the small dusty town she was born into. She wanted to get away from the small-minded parents, that couldn't and wouldn't understand her. She wanted to be rich. She wanted to buy, or steal, all the things she didn't...

Eskimo Summer

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 16:58:20 GMT

Indian Summer is warm weather that occurs during the early Autumn. Eskimo Summer is warm weather that happens during the late Autumn, sometimes ever the early Winter.

The Diver

The mask was so fogged, he could not see the shark coming. The shark's view was in no way obscured. It hit its target with typical explosive suddenness. The area was flooded with a red cloud of blood that spread then thinned. He never had time for last thoughts. His friend, some thirty yards away, watched...

As The Words Spin (out of control)

feeds@yuku.com (gawell) — Sat, 02 Dec 2006 19:46:57 GMT

Dear Benjamin

We are now flying over the Alps. They are so desolate. I'm feeling much the same. Maybe Venice will cheer me up. I'm still thinking that this trip is a mistake. I know we both said we needed some space, but this is ridiculous. I want you to reconsider joining us in Rome.

God I hope the Pope doesn't die while we are there.

The plane is beginning its descent. Your words are haunting me. How crazy would it be if I told Arlene and Cheryl to go on without me and...

Love Has No Language (Part 1)

feeds@yuku.com (AdamAndNoura) — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 11:39:32 GMT

Prologue

Born in north London on 25th October 1985, we moved from my grandmothers house when I was just two years old to another part of the country. My childhood started living in the lower class area of a seaside town and by the age of nine most of my friends were dealing drugs and stealing cars and in between all that I was also a victim of bullying whilst in school, strange times they for someone so young. My mother and step father at the time decided we should move to the quiet...

Secrets

feeds@yuku.com (Jael73) — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 11:56:30 GMT

Life, thought Susan, as she picked up the gun. What a waste.

Now it didn't matter if chubby little fingers might have opened the drawer.

Actually, Susan corrected herself as tears formed in her eyes, it had never mattered.

She looked over at the bed. She had already turned it down, making it look so inviting.
She cringed at the unbidden thought of Daniel and that Barbie, lying on-- no, stop it, she told herself, forcing her lips still.

Her mother, always...

Eric Camus and the Difficult Problem

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 22:56:14 GMT

Eric Camus and the Difficult Problem

At the age of 31 the muscles of Eric's right hand had reached their full potential. They weren't gowing to grow any bigger. His very large head had stopped impregnating his memory at the age of 25. By all scientific and metaphysical accounts, he was on the verge of becoming less of a person.

What most struck him in the evenings, while watching the Everyone Loves Raymond television show and fondling a Pepsi Cola with his wife on the sofa; the...

Head, Heart, & Gut

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:36:19 GMT

Head, Heart, & Gut

Coming home from the Opera after the first date with a woman he met while shoe shopping, Ted Sargentti found each of his twelve children lying side by side from the inside of the door jam to the outer foyer.

Well this is troublesome

He took one foot and maneuvered it between the bodies as he set down pressure on the other foot to stand on a belly, thigh, or pelvis in the stride; whatever was near. After going the distance and walking over...

first draft: Tapioca Mexico

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Thu, 18 May 2006 17:33:26 GMT

Some people wait their whole year to go on vacation. As my family is cheap, we simply tell school, employers and friends that we are sick for a few days as soon as the discount airfares hit.

Other people will say: You must visit Cancun! Or they attempt Scientology and enter the rationale: There is nothing like cheap drugs in Tijuana!

Cancun and Tijuana have both raised their prices recently and so it was that last Sunday the family got into the Toyota Station Wagon and headed...

A Day In The Death of ........

feeds@yuku.com (Dartmistress) — Tue, 16 May 2006 14:37:00 GMT

A Day In The Death Of . . . . . . . . .

Death shot out of bed then grabbed at the bedpost as the room began to swim. What now, for God`s sake.
God frowned. I have warned you about that before.
Sorry, sir. Death mumbled, his face turning green. What`s the matter?
What is the matter? God repeated, his voice booming around the cavern. What is...

The Casserole Brigaid by Margie Gayle

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Tue, 16 May 2006 08:40:22 GMT

TRY THIS
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The Casserole Brigade

Who would ever leave their community for Wal-Mart? I must have been seduced by the notion of cheap available goods, my first time out of town since the husband passed. Was just about to buy a small extravagance after staring at the price tag on a garden awning for thirty minutes when the intercom blasted throughout the store: URGENT TELEPHONE FOR MRS. SUSAN GAYLE.

There is nothing worst than looking for a telephone in a...

We Used To Own A Mule

feeds@yuku.com (HoldenRamid) — Thu, 11 May 2006 23:43:20 GMT

My father sleeps in the Chandu bed for he is the elder. The properties of the Chandu are such that the woven camel hair was slipped off the beast just before it died. This is crucial to have good fragrance in the bedroom.

Of incense: Jasmine, Petruli, Ambiat; we have none. Ours is a modest home of mice that say their prayers. The cat punches his clock at 6 am. At 6 am the beast must lurk or meow if it wants love, fondling or food. Should the cat not rise at the given time then it...

Confessions of Miss XXXX

feeds@yuku.com (the dowie) — Mon, 01 May 2006 03:04:35 GMT

Hi again

My pal, Mr Bouncer - he introduced himself on another thread - is being a little bashful with regard to the outline draft of his latest opus, a (auto)biographical account of a famed Australian sculptor. I have changed her name within the draft for obvious reasons. Once again your comments are welcomed.

Many thanks.

PS - Margie, the italic is merely my method of denoting the story within the post, and not the author's intention by way of the final text....

The Casserole Brigade wc=1215

feeds@yuku.com (margiegayle) — Sun, 30 Apr 2006 19:46:37 GMT

1223

Jolly has been the hottest ticket in town since his wife died.
I was out of town when the news came in. I tried to call at the time, but not getting an answer, I left a hysterical message on his answering machine. When I returned home, I went directly to his house and sobbed into his armpit while he consoled me. Imagine that!

Anyway, I was talking about him to my friend Carol one day. She said, "The casserole brigade will be lining up at his...