Liz Culver

Category: Short Story

  • You Are Home

    You Are Home

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    Gravel crunched under the tires. The sound of home on Cape Cod. Amy came to a stop at the back of the house and cut the engine. She looked out of the bug-spattered windshield at the neglected house looming before her. Weeds poked through the drive. She glimpsed more weeds from the rear view mirror;…

  • Troy

    Troy

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    ‘I’ll get it, Mom,’ Dex called out as he loped down the stairs. ‘If it’s Grandpa send him out to the backyard to keep an eye on the barbecue,’ his mother called back from the kitchen. ‘I said I’d do the barbecue.’ ‘I don’t want you doing anything on your last day here.’ Dex opened…

  • Ahuvati – Screenplay Version

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    The assignment was to write this in spec script style: Ahuvati Screenplay

  • Ahuvati – Short Story Format

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    He was alone in the churning surf. A ship stacked with multi-coloured containers drifted on the horizon further out in the Mediterranean. He caught a wave and cruised on it as far as it would take him before being dumped off the board into the water. This was his freedom, his place to submerge and…

  • 8 Seconds

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    Eight seconds, that’s all it would take, then he’d be done for the day. Wade hung his head over the small stainless steel sink and tried to breathe. He’d be up soon, out there in the ring again for the first time since the accident. Nerves clenched his gut. He heaved but only water came…

  • The Gift

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    ‘Must be near Christmas,’ Warren said not meaning to speak the words out loud. The fire in front of them glowed a hot orange in its center with charred, blackened wood cooling on the outside. He stoked it to get the flames going again then sunk down onto the floor next to Kristen, using the…

  • Reluctance

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    The tires of his rental crunched over the snow packed driveway of his parents’ house. Jay glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was just after 6.30am. He cut the engine and looked out the windshield for a few minutes not quite believing he was there. The sky was a leaden gray, heavy with…