Tag: fiction
group name: writing
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June 18, 2008 08:57 AM EDT --
She finished the dregs of the latte, her eyes marking passers-by as a red tendril of hair climbed into her face again. She was mouthing words behind the cup, but it was hard to read them when they . . . more
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . . more
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . . more
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June 17, 2008 06:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or . . . more
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March 11, 2008 11:54 AM EDT --
The faces from the photograph followed Mitali, as she got ready for her dinner date.
20 year old Mitali, looked at the girl in the mirror. Not bad . Too desperate? The . . . more
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May 13, 2008 04:17 PM EDT --
"Now what I want is, facts," said Tilda. "None of this storybook crap for me." She dropped her cigarette, and crushed it with her shoe
"Stories . . . more
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June 13, 2007 11:34 AM EDT --
Please read Part 1 first. It is HERE.
Part 2:
Celia prodded her husband, Malcolm, to lay out food the caterers brought.
"Malcolm, please use the refrigerated tray for the cole slaw . . . more
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August 01, 2007 11:59 AM EDT --
I still remember my History teacher who was very famous for her magnificent memory as historians are illustrious for their good memory. She taught me from class 6th to class 12th. (In India we call . . . more
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March 15, 2008 05:01 PM EDT --
MaryBeth tugged at the rip in her father's tattered denim jacket and remembered the last time she wore it - it was a year before her father died, when she wore a sailor's cap and blue . . . more
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March 21, 2008 05:23 PM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, his legs broken. He couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
It was then I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, . . . more
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March 24, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
The refrigerator hums along in middle C.
As I was slicing an onion, I cut myself; my blood oozed and became a rivulet; the juice ran to the cut like maggots debriding a wound.
. . . more
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July 01, 2008 12:16 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? . . . more
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March 24, 2008 09:37 PM EDT --
I ought to tell you that I love you. But if I do, you'll have to hem & haw and either lie with an I love you of your own or you'll be honest and I'll get mad and we'll . . . more
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April 14, 2008 05:18 PM EDT --
In my attic, beyond cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that would . . . more
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July 09, 2007 11:54 AM EDT --
Mommy, Celia cried, looking for her mother; Lizzie turned, thinking how odd that a little girl would have such a big voice. Lizzie turned to see Celia, who was, indeed, calling for her mother, a 78-year . . . more
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April 06, 2008 01:59 AM EDT --
The hypnotist reviewed my chart--necessarily devoid of eights.
"Eights make my neck constrict," I said. "Sometimes I faint."
"Tell me about Alex," she said.
"We're . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EDT --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . . more
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May 29, 2008 07:00 PM EDT --
The Goslings
I waited weeks for them,
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah,
I waited by the pond as ripples spread near the edge,
I waited under the footbridge, . . . more
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July 12, 2008 08:04 PM EDT --
Please read Part 1 first. It is HERE .
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Celia prodded her husband, Malcolm, to lay out food the caterers brought.
"Malcolm, please use the refrigerated tray for . . . more
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September 13, 2007 08:59 PM EDT --
I tried drinking it in undergrad school.
I would hit the main student union building each morning after my 17th Century French Lit class and order a large Styrofoam cup. . . . more
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