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Cold Pavement And Two People, Jim D. Hyde
Cold Pavement And Two People, Jim D. Hyde
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"On that brisk February evening Elizabeth and I stood side by side on the Greyhound station waiting platform. It was so cold I thought my feet and fingertips would freeze. I could see no reason why everyone had to wait so long to board the bus. Although I wasn't enjoying it at all, it didn't seem to bother Elizabeth; she seemed very comfortable as she held tightly onto my arm. It struck me as if zero, waiting, and our coming separation weren't in her mind at all; I knew …
Attic, Ray Pavelsky
A Parable, Hugh Mater
Newman And The Autobiographical Tradition, John F. Robbins C.S.B.
Newman And The Autobiographical Tradition, John F. Robbins C.S.B.
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"Cardinal Newman's Apologia Pro Vita Sua is now in its 100th. year of publication. By way of tribute, I would like to discuss the Apologia as an autobiography, but one of a very special kind- an autobiography of the mind."
Something Other, Phil Parisi
Of A Daughter... Stillborn, Clarence A. Amann
Madras, Ray Pavelsky
Across The Table, Gregory Conchelos
Préméditation, Vito Marcello
Sunset, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
Sunset, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
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"The green came silently with thunder of ants and soft suns at dusk. I could feel the old man's bones softening imperceptibly day by day. The distant brittleness that had somehow crystalized with each succeeding snow vanished from his eyes and rounded itself into a haziness that settled at the tobaccoed corners of his mouth and showed itself only here and there in a cragged upturned word. He was eighty-seven years old. He had seen his springs, he had beaten his winters."
Spring, Dave Fisher
Downtown, John J. Attinasi C.S.B.
Forsaken, R. Nicholson
Forsaken, R. Nicholson
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"The torrent of the rain had fallen in wind-whipped sheets, each swollen droplet crashing on the street like so many shuttering crystals; and now, in the late afternoon, the flushed city streets be~an to steam as a cooling breeze followed in the wake of the summer squall. Above the indistinct bustle characteristic of the town could be heard the dull rumble of a gasoline-laden truck approaching a busy and congested intersection. No one, however, seemed to notice."
Like The Rat In Dark Horde..., David Callahan
Love, Dave Fisher
Tails You Lose, Steven Maier
Tale Of Twelve, Theodore Vallone
Tale Of Twelve, Theodore Vallone
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"She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sue was nineteen, but her fully matured body and large frame made her appear in her early thirties. It was sad to see her crouched like a Hindu on that straw and filth covered floor clutching her child as though at any moment it might be snatched from her. She sat motionlessly with her bare knees pointing awkwardly at oblique angles toward the stone walls. How I would have dressed this queen! With gowns and furs and a tiara …
Struggle, J. R. Pike
The "Inspected By 84" Ticket, Jim D. Hyde
Chi Verra Vorra, David Callahan
As The Last Vine Swings, Michael Goodwin C.S.B.
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