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Knocks, Cassandara Dings
The River, Erin A. Hopkins
The River, Erin A. Hopkins
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"Ho Ho Ho, Christmas is over. She was standing by the river looking at the stepping stones and remembering each one. The first, a cool, dark rock, was always a test of fate as a small child. She wished her legs were longer, feet were bigger so that in one giant leap she could make it over the last fish-belly stone and safe on shore."
Dc, Jennifer Robinson
The Fatal Ingredient, Suzanne M. Wood
The Fatal Ingredient, Suzanne M. Wood
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"Slowly, I push around the thick bowl of stew. Its delicious smell is wafting toward my nose, but my anticipation is dampened by the cruel fact that, hidden underneath the scrumptious brown liquid, lurks about fifteen green olives. Worse, they have pits and these remnants of consumption are to be placed ceremoniously on a small dish for this purpose. I can't even pretend to eat them, unless I say I swallow olive pits. It's a sticky situation."
The Garden, Suzanne M. Wood
An Elevator Ride, Jennifer Jonaitis
An Elevator Ride, Jennifer Jonaitis
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"Clarissa watched from her wheelchair in the corner of the lobby at the spectacle in the center of the room between the red faced spunky girl and Fred. Fred was one of the day doormen at 1600 Beechwood Terrace, the elderly care facility that Clarissa lived in. The southern gentleman was currently responsible for the rise in the girl's voice level, as she hostily directed her question to him once more, 'So you mean to tell me that ALL the stairways are being painted and I HAVE to take …
The Birdhouse, Erin A. Hopkins
The Birdhouse, Erin A. Hopkins
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"'Gramma?'"
'Yes, Molly?'
'Who lived there?' Molly inquired as she raised herself up upon her tip-toes. She wrapped her small hands around two pickets of the peeling fence, balancing her weight on the cement sidewalk. The extra inch and a half allowed her eyes to hover just above the top beam of the swaying support."
Just A Bird, Cassandara Dings
Johnny Jumper, Heather Ruffalo
Culture Shock, Amanuel M. Wolde
The Traveler, Deanne Monteith
The Traveler, Deanne Monteith
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"The traveler moved through the town with one thing on his mind, reaching his destinations. The journey had been long and difficult, and was beginning to take a visible toll on him. Once snug, brown, cotton pants hung far below his waist, held up by suspenders. A stained undershirt draped over his top emphasized the boniness of his shoulders and chest. Dirty blonde hair, knotty and broken at the ends, was pulled into a messy ponytail. His eyes were seas of blue, shadowed by deep, dark bags. An uneven …
Ordinary, Katharine D. Farnam
Ordinary, Katharine D. Farnam
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"The water felt warm against her aching body. As she drew in a breath of jasmine and wildflowers, she laid her head back in the white bubbles that rested on the old ceramic of her bathtub. But the bubbles weren't really white, she thought to herself, as she lifted a handful up to her face. They were really more like many multicolored transparent spheres that were so very delicate and full of beautiful fragrance. There were hues of pink and lavender and subtle hints of gold that would show …
Within These Walls, Theresa Keenan
Within These Walls, Theresa Keenan
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"I layed motionless on my parents'bed so I would not disturb my mother as she tried to sleep. I quietly looked around the room at the flat yellow paint on the walls. They had been that buttercup-yellow color for as long as I could remember, and yet, they had not faded. The creamy color brought out the yellow specks in the puff balloon valances that hung, dusty, above the windows. It was an ugly color yellow, but that's what mom and dad had wanted. They didn't need to change …
Kiss Me, Sarah Crimmins
Undo The Mind, Amanuel M. Wolde
Barren, Rebecca Tarbell
The Game, Heather Ruffalo
You Don't Scare Me Frazzlewood Fred, Heather Ruffalo
Dragon Love, Jack Livingston
Anything Goes, Anne Steger
Anything Goes, Anne Steger
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"'Does anyone have any questions?' Mr. Becker made the statement sound like a dare. The executive producer searched the faces of his staff, looking for the slightest hint of uncertainty. Leanne's eyes locked with his, as if to say, I knew it. The corners of her lips tilted slightly upwards, just enough to suggest that she agreed with the results of this meeting, without looking smug. It was easy now, it was almost pathetic."
Depressed And Loving It, Jonathan Prutzman
Journey, Suzanne M. Wood
Together, Rebecca Tarbell
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