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This Place Of Mine, O. A. Bernard
Star - Date 3009.03, Mike Lamendola
Star - Date 3009.03, Mike Lamendola
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"My editor had just given me the hardest assignment of my career."
Untitled (An Original Filmscript), Jan Miner
Untitled (An Original Filmscript), Jan Miner
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"Scene 1 DAYTIME HOSPITAL SETTING-BRIGHTLY LIT. WE LOOK INTO THE PRIVATE ROOM OF KIM RICHARDS. SHE IS READING A MAGAZINE. THERE IS CRYING IN THE BACKGROUND. THE CAMERA DOLLIES IN SLOWLY. WE SEE HER NAME CARD ON THE DOOR. WE HAVE A CLOSE UP OF KIM. SHE PUTS HER MAGAZINE DOWN AND LOOKS TO HER RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. CUT TO SUBJECTIVE SHOT OF KIM'S POINT OF VIEW. CAMERA SLOWLY ZOOMS PAST BOOKS ON BUREAU-DR.SPOCK'S BABY CARE, HOW TO RAISE A BRIGHT CHILD, OUR BODIES-OUR SELVES, PAST PHOTO OF …
Untitled, Nancy Cuminale
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The Lying Glass, Beth Benatovich
The Lying Glass, Beth Benatovich
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"Sarah was not alone in the house but she was the only one awake at the time the doorbell rang. Her two children were sleeping in their rooms and she was working in her bedroom, according to her usual habit. Every night after she pμt them to bed, she would write and think and read, non-fiction, mostly, because she wrote poetry and the way she did it was to throw out from herself, like a spider, a sticky web of intelligence-gathering that caught in it everything that wandered by. …
Anna Crimson And The Dryad, Joan Henson
Anna Crimson And The Dryad, Joan Henson
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"Once upon a time in a deep pine forest dwelled a solitary wisp - a creature no higher than tansy or thistle - who hovered and wandered between the trees as moths do in quiet, unobtrusive flutters. She flew without shadow in a world entirely of shade, and she flew wingless, trailing sheens of gossamer - rising on the slightest breeze as dandelion and milkweed seeds fluff away in the meadows beyond forests."
Graduation, Alice Koret
Graduation, Alice Koret
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"Hannah hurried home from school and announced she needed a white dress for graduation."
August, Joan Henson
Solid, Joan Henson
Give Me A Widow, Anytime, Nancy O'Donnell
Give Me A Widow, Anytime, Nancy O'Donnell
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"I've always been particularly attracted to widows. There is a beautifully bruised quality about them. They retain this quality long after their husbands have congealed in the satin seams of their great mahogany coffins. When widows make it with a man, it always has a sweet scent of hesitation in it. They're not used to a new man. They're not sure they'll like it. They're not sure their husbands would approve. They're just not sure. Afterwards, they're in a mild form of shock and by the time they recover, …
Poems, Sandra Warner Rizzo
Poems, Sandra Warner Rizzo
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Individual poem titles: Standing On One Night, Lover Loved, Thanks To A Teacher For Joyful Leaping.
The Jonnybulls, Ronald Langlois
The Jonnybulls, Ronald Langlois
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"An old man, maybe sixty, he lived not far from L'École St. Antoine, and I would see him limping around the school sometimes, but I did not take much notice. Kids in my second-grade class called him "le vieux Gidoone," because of his English accent, and sometimes he would lean against the schoolyard fence eyeing us as we played futbol during recess. Usually I hung around with Tu-tur Laroche, a third grader. Neither of us paid any attention to Monsieur Gidoone, until the day he called us …
Mule, Joan Henson
The Truth Is, Joan Henson
A Wet, Expectant Morning, Robert Muhnickel
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Grand Tour, Regina Zalles
Grand Tour, Regina Zalles
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"We were the only ones among our friends who hadn't been to Europe yet. Most of them went on the fourteen-day-five- countries deal, and they were led from place to place. They had become experts in everything European and talked about the trip in great detail. They all came back raving about their "Grand Tour" and about all the good places they had found to eat and the fine stores to shop in. For weeks, we heard little else but "When we walked into the lobby of the Excelsior …
From Father To Son, John Monaco
From Father To Son, John Monaco
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"Amadeo's father sat at the table downstairs and viewed the matter in a different light. Together with his wife he shook in a fit of uncontrollable laughter as he described how the boy's face had reddened. And furthermore, when asked why he was not in school as he should have been, how quick Amadeo had been to invent an excuse. And such a fine excuse! He'd gone to school. He'd not felt well; he'd been excused; and he'd been on his way home."
Class Reunion, David J. Crerand
Summer Nights At A Nursing Home: Excerpts From A Journal, 1974, Brenda Wilson
Summer Nights At A Nursing Home: Excerpts From A Journal, 1974, Brenda Wilson
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"Lillian is ninety years old. She talks with her tongue rolling in and out of her lips, muffled but plaintive. "The nights are awful long. The days are awful long. Are they for you?"
"The nights are.""
The Fallen, Mark Lobene
The Fallen, Mark Lobene
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""Click, click," echoed the sound of the button in Sister Justine's hand, as she stood with her back to the altar facing the kneeling children. "One click means that you should rise with your hands together," she explained. "Two clicks means kneel and pray. Remember, Bishop Day will be here and everybody will be watching you. You want to show them how good the children of St. Ambrose are, don't you?""
My Suit, My Life, Bob Muhlnickel
Back Road, Jean Walrath
Back Road, Jean Walrath
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"The petunias along the walk border were at their best this year, fatties in lavender ruffles. The nasturtiums, never so large, blazed like small bonfires in their row of green foliage. The lawn, newly cut, was soft and shaded like plush. Paul sat at the wheel in the driveway waiting for his wife to take a final flick at her makeup. He was watching a squirrel that grappled with a nut at the edge of the drive then streaked up the trunk of a magnificent poplar with all its …
Weathering The Winter, Margo Wixsom Barry
Weathering The Winter, Margo Wixsom Barry
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"Thick snow crusted the trunks and sides of the sprawling limbs, burdening the old elms lining Hampton Road. The exposed black bark outlined the gnarled trees with the fine black, almost artificial, lines. During the night the snow had turned to icy rain, covering the trees with a clear thin film as the temperatures plummeted again. Twisted limbs and branches sagged from the weight, as the weathered trees were bowed. As I lifted the bathroom shade, I was awed by the eerie sight of those frozen leaning trees. The …
Catholic Laughter, Nancy O'Donnell
Catholic Laughter, Nancy O'Donnell
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""Are you getting ashes?" Betsy whispered.
I hissed, "Yes!""
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Neighbors, Helen Borriello
Neighbors, Helen Borriello
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"Sarah and Pa had been up there just a week before. It was a run-down old house that hadn't been lived in since Mrs. Blackert died eleven years before. The wild blackberries grew clear up to the front door, but around to the back of the house the daffodils had gone wild and covered the whole yard including the path that led to the outhouse. Sarah thought they looked like melted, fresh-churned butter and told Pa so, but he pulled her braids and said no, the field looked like …