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Some Logistical Tinkering

In Uncategorized on April 30, 2012 at 11:03 pm

Dear FictionDaily Community,

As you may have noticed, we haven’t sent out any stories in the last couple weeks. This is the case for a number of reasons, having mainly to do with logistical tensions/constraints on the general editor. Consider this an indefinite hiatus until further tinkering resolves the aforementioned tensions. Until then, enjoy the content we’ve featured, our bloglist, twitter feeds, interviews, and surveys. And feel free to send some love if you feel it!

Sincerely,
FictionDaily

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SHORT

In Short on April 13, 2012 at 1:38 pm

Metamorphoses happen even in modern times.

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LONG

In Long on April 13, 2012 at 1:35 pm

The Pillsbury-Larkin Match is a hypermodern game, in which control becomes the real necessity.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 13, 2012 at 1:30 pm

She’d escaped the bullet I’d fired at her.

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SHORT

In Short on April 12, 2012 at 12:10 pm

Mom had fallen off a truss bridge drunk the sum­mer prior and no thing, small or large, would bring her back.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 12, 2012 at 12:00 pm

As for the fat man with the crooked thumb, he swallowed half a gas-soaked rag in the back seat of a 1981 blue-black Ford Granada. 

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LONG

In Long on April 11, 2012 at 1:20 pm

amateurballetsilliness. jonna tanja mia me and a dozen other stuffed panties. 

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GENRE

In Genre on April 11, 2012 at 1:15 pm

There was nothing spookier than a nighttime walk through the parking garage.

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SHORT

In Short on April 11, 2012 at 1:10 pm

Everywhere hummed the heat of overpopulation.

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LONG

In Long on April 10, 2012 at 2:58 pm

“It’s not that I want to die,” Stacy insists. “If I wanted to die I’d be dead. Duh.”

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GENRE

In Genre on April 10, 2012 at 2:55 pm

Her eyes are closed and she’s gritting her teeth so hard I think she’s gonna crack’em.

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SHORT

In Short on April 10, 2012 at 2:50 pm

He holds tighter, tighter, and then your loneliness gets small, smaller, smallest until it is a pinprick, an inverse star, a dust inside of you.

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LONG

In Long on April 9, 2012 at 8:58 pm

“Your speech was phenomenal, Mr. President.”

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SHORT

In Short on April 9, 2012 at 8:55 pm

I was tripping over my feet on some heavy analgesic, searching for a couch. 

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GENRE

In Genre on April 9, 2012 at 8:50 pm

Eyeing my fellow travelers, I wanted to kill again

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