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Above You, Shari Allen
That Saved A Wretch Like Me, Megan E. Herrman
Ti Di Me Corazon, Anais Rentas
I Gave You My Heart (Translation), Anais Rentas
With Dreams, Shari Allen
One Line, Michelle Girardi
One Line, Michelle Girardi
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"She left it sitting on the counter in her tiny bathroom, under the severe glow of the buzzing fluorescent light and reentered her room to find Chris sitting on her purple and blue bedspread, wringing his hands anxiously in his lap."
Pearls, Jodi Rowland
Pearls, Jodi Rowland
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"Pearls are bone marrow; pearls come from oysters. Pearls are the essential component of structure. They are graceful and pure, elegant and rich in color. As a young girl, I stood in front of my mirror and dreamed of owning a pearl necklace with a bracelet and earrings to match. I had my ears pierced when I turned five. Grown up ladies, sophisticated ones wore pearl necklaces. I wanted what they had."
Mafia Mexican, Jolienne Plucknette
Mafia Mexican, Jolienne Plucknette
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"You've seen him a thousand times. Well, maybe not a thousand, but most likely every day for as long as you've been working downtown. You notice him, but you really don't notice him. He's there every time you head into the business district. He's like a pocket watch. Each day, arriving at exactly 8:30 a.m. He brings his worn burlap bag, and scuffs down the steps, taking his place on the landing that heads down to the inbound train on the Green subway line."
Running, Rebecca Gartz
Running, Rebecca Gartz
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"The diner in which they sat was hot and sticky on this late July morning. Hot and sticky, but still very crowded. After the short wait for a table, the couple sat down in a nearby booth. The usually cold, red, leather cushions were now a hot seat-warm and sticky from the last customers. A frazzled waitress came by right away to take their drink orders."
Let's Pretend, Emily C. Ryan
December Sun, Kelli Craig
Time Wasted, Anya Asphall
Fluid Motion, Stacy Colombo
Thou Sayest…, Megan E. Herrman
Rage For My Light, Tom Rowe
Misterunspoken (Implicit), Michael Congdon
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Preliminary Pages, No Author
Messages, Catherine Agar
Messages, Catherine Agar
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"When you were ten, your father took you to the opera. You had to wear a dress. You liked the scenery and looking down into the orchestra pit, but when the singing started your attention wandered."
Park Avenue, Jonathan C. King
The Scar, Emily C. Ryan
The Scar, Emily C. Ryan
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"See it all went down like this . . . my brother and I were in a motorcycle race on a beautiful sunny day; I remember the asphalt seemed to ripple with heat, the sky never so blue, the wind so exhilarating against our skin and hair - and that's when it all just goes blank. I must have hit the pavement going at least 100 miles per hour; all the doctors said that I was lucky to have lived . . ."
Free, Kaylene Tran
Between Lines, Linda Wert
Princess (In Every Sense Of The Word), Evan Abbey
Tragic Separation, Rachel Kooy
A Perfect Fit, Robin Buda
Where Is The Moonlight?, Margaret May
Cathedral, Catherine Agar
Locks Of Love, Stacy Colombo
Locks Of Love, Stacy Colombo
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"Every morning I resort to brushing my hair with the same brush. The pale yellow handled brush that belonged to my grandmother up until a few years ago when she died. The brush, older than me at the age of twenty-one, still knows how to give my hair the massage it has loved for years with its powerful, yet smooth bristles, each one still in tact."
Beach Days, Emily C. Ryan