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Behave, Gina Vucci
Behave, Gina Vucci
The Tuxedo Archives
Serve the guests. Don’t cry. Take your brother for a walk. Your father was such an incredible man. Your father loved you. You were his favorite. I’ll just let everyone else cry while I learn to live with this feeling in the pit of my stomach. Leave her alone. It’s fine if she wants to wear her red velvet dress from last Christmas. She can wear what she wants to the funeral. Touch his hand; it’s the last time you’ll ever see him. I don’t know you, but I can’t stop sobbing in your arms.
Mom's Gone, Peter Richmond
Mom's Gone, Peter Richmond
The Tuxedo Archives
The date is August 7, 1957. It’s hard to believe that almost six decades have passed, but a look at the calendar, not to mention the event’s subsequent loneliness, make it easy to confirm. A shrink would have a field day with this one! Actually, he did! You see, the date is the day my mother left this world—died, to be blunt. She was a victim of breast cancer. She lasted barely a year after a radical mastectomy was performed that was, only to the surgeon and my father, a sham waste of time performed mainly to make my mother …
Another Life, Jillian D. Bailey
Another Life, Jillian D. Bailey
The Crambo
"Another Life” is a short story about going home again. The main character, Julie, returns home and reflects on the life she left behind after high school. She reflects on the love that she lost when she lost Chris, her high school boyfriend. On this trip home, Julie experiences the sickening discomfort of returning to a place and person she no longer is and is surrounded by the memories that never really leave. Chris and his memory never left Julie, and in the sickening claustrophobia of hometown life, she discovers the man he became and what could have been.
Yeast, Louis Gallo
Yeast, Louis Gallo
Westview
The telephone, my father used to say, pitches its tent in death’s camp.
And Not To Yield, Lisa Nowak
And Not To Yield, Lisa Nowak
Manuscripts
Harry Theobald, formerly called Ulderico Theobaldi, entered the kingdom of God today at 11:02 a.m. having lived his life with all the vigor he possessed. At age 76, he died of leukemia at the Golden Hills Nursing Home, leaving three children and three granddaughters the deed to his warm spirit. Included in his will was a document citing three basic inheritances--faith, hope, and love--to be practiced with positive consideration and serious contemplation in his remembrance.
A Child's Viewpoint, Alice Monds
A Child's Viewpoint, Alice Monds
Manuscripts
She beckoned to me, and with much apprehension I entered the door of the shabby unpainted house. Inside, the room was small and dark and almost the entire space was taken up by a big metal-framed bed which stuck out into the middle of the room. A ragged upholstered chair in one corner and a small pot-bellied stove in the other completed the furnishings. The windows, uncurtained, were filthy and one was covered with pieces of a cardboard box where the pane had been broken out.
8:01 Pm, Jake Hjelmtveit
8:01 Pm, Jake Hjelmtveit
Journal of Undergraduate Research at Minnesota State University, Mankato
Jake Hjelmtveit's short story 8:01 PM was written as part of a creative writing group using the theme of Moving On. For our group, Moving On represented the emotional weight in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Moving On implies change, and all good prose and verse possess change. As creative writers, we explored this theme through subjects ranging from the death of a loved one to loss of one’s faith. By focusing on our theme, we examined our own lives and improved our creative writing skills. We attained our goals through observation, discussion, information gathering, writing, and revision of creative work. …
Evolution, Jeanne Gass
Evolution, Jeanne Gass
Manuscripts
Lora Tiptoed across the bedroom stepping gingerly from one rug to another, avoiding the chilling touch of the hardwood floor. She fumbled in the closet and finally slipped her cold feet into sensible blue leather house-slippers. The heels clicked softly on the hall floor. She raised the window shade in the bathroom, and the half-light of the early morning added cheerless rays to the cold room. Lora gasped at the shock of cold water on her face, and her hands shook as she drew curlpins from her hair. She combed her hair hurriedly, and its electricity bristled about her shoulders …
In The Presence Of Death, Kevin P. Lavery
These Things She Loved, Janet Jarrett
These Things She Loved, Janet Jarrett
Manuscripts
Nancy McIntire lay quite still in the great four-poster bed. Her tiny shrivelled frame was huddled beneath the covers and her eyes had lost their old sparkle. She knew that what everybody said was true, that she would never again leave her bed. For Nancy McIntire was nearly ninety.
There was a narrow band of sunlight streaming through a crack in the shade. Dumbly she watched the particles of dust caught in its rays. Bits of matter suddenly snatched up in their idle drifting by a slim golden shaft, turned into a thousand shimmering little worlds, and then dropped back …
Who, John Rock
Who, John Rock
Manuscripts
May I present a personage not exactly famous but who is widely known and carefully dealt with. He exerts a magnetic influence upon the life, love, and financial status of millions. Without doubt, fortunes have been made and lost in fickle gambles involving his undependable nature. Banking, insurance, brokerage, and the like are deeply entwined in his fateful web of behavior.
His character is quite electrifying. Many brilliant men have tried or are trying, to forecast his next stroke and to analyze him, that they might better combat him. In the many publications, and in the many stage and screen …
Sonnets, Nathaniel Myers
In Bondage, Shelby Spears
The Awakening, Macy Nutt
Shadow's Enticement, Shelby Bilnoski
You'll Feel Nothing, I Promise, Corbin Owens
Burn Me Blue, Matthew Clarkson
Fallen, David Anderson