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The Window Upstairs, Christina M. Pawelczak
The Window Upstairs, Christina M. Pawelczak
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"There's something about an upstairs window that always intrigued me. When I was growing up, my bedroom was a converted attic and I would sit at my window and watch the world below me. Voices would drift up from the street. I would see the people --friends and strangers alike-- walk by, living life each in their own unique way. And I would observe silently, unobtrusively taking it all in."
Playground, Susan Montague
Teasing Twenty, Laurie L. Barczak
Teasing Twenty, Laurie L. Barczak
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"The walk from my car to the night club isn't far, but a bunch of street lights are out and my breath is freezing almost before I exhale. I'm meeting friends here but I'm less than thrilled. It's one of those "Black Hole," 18-and-over bars that suck in just about anyone and anything, and I'm walking right into it."
Weeping Willow, Kathleen M. Blasi
Weeping Willow, Kathleen M. Blasi
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"He hesitantly approached the antique coffee table. On it lay an ivory lace doily and a small frame encasing her photograph. The summer had left its golden mark upon her, and her eyes squinted as they always did when she smiled. Yes, that's exactly as she'd looked when they met. He picked the picture up slowly and held it close to the lump in his throat."
Feats, Maria A. Sciarpa
Dear Diary, Jenna Mills
Dear Diary, Jenna Mills
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"The sun is shining brightly through the window as I open my eyes. I touch the melting glass with one finger. The temperature seems to be going down. Maybe I'll be allowed outside today or tomorrow. It's a Tuesday, so I have to get dressed and go to school. I remember when I was really little this time of year we could play outside. It was the cold season and temperatures just touched 100 degrees. Now it's 130 degrees and mom says I have to use the tunnels. It's …
Reflections, Sharilynn Battaglia
The Quintessential College Student, Kristen Basi
The Quintessential College Student, Kristen Basi
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"It is a beautiful autumn day. Colored leaves are falling as a young woman crosses the residential quad on her campus. She's a first semester freshman and is on her way to the mailroom, praying to Heaven that there is a letter waiting for her. She hasn't received any mail at all yet."
Dance Movements Of The Mind, Sharilynn Battaglia
Ministry, Michael S. Merry
Ministry, Michael S. Merry
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"He shouted "Hi!" over the music, extending his hand to the young man getting into the car."
Genesis Or Two American Dreams, John Farrell
Come Anytime, Susan Montague
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Classrooms, Tom Frisk
Follow Me, Paul Nojaim
New Dishes, Patti Weaver
New Dishes, Patti Weaver
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"When Emily walked into the kitchen, blinking against sleep and still fastening the buttons on her uniform, her mother was already clearing cupboard space for the new dishes. Despite its being just past six, she was almost dancing around the kitchen, singing under her breath. The best mood she'd been in for six days, Emily noted."
Choking On Wishes, Jan Mater
Choking On Wishes, Jan Mater
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"I'm standing outside the concert shell watching the rest of the audience gush out. With Jacki, tall and thin, red hair and freckles, cowboy boots and biker jacket..."
In Between Cigarettes..., Roman Divezur
Cube Three, Tom Frisk
Cube Three, Tom Frisk
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""John, you better pull the back board out. And bring a neck brace, too.""
Air Separation, Sharilynn Paolotto
Near, Suzanne Bartz
Love Poem, Jan Mater
Laughter Past, Jennifer Kircher
Laughter Past, Jennifer Kircher
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"The sun was shining hot that day, but the cool breeze made it bearable. It was one of those days that you brave the fact that you're growing older. It saddens you to recall days of carefree innocence, when the only thing that mattered was that you had a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. And you realize that someday you'll be looking back, trying to recapture the feeling of today."
From Behind, Todd V.S. Cucchiara
Innocent Deceptions, Laurie Ward
Innocent Deceptions, Laurie Ward
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"Katherine Patterson sat in bed with papers strewn all over in front of her. She rested her glasses on top of her head and frowned at the results she was getting. She heard the chime of the clock break the silence she had been so enjoying. This distraction caused her to look at her bedside clock. "11:35 p.m.""
The Dance, Heather Jones
Loneliness, Suzanne Bartz
Loneliness, Suzanne Bartz
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"Loneliness. She habitually smiles to the countless faces who greet her, knowing nothing of her cares. Determined, she vows never to reveal what lurks within her real self. Frequently, she shuts herself off and builds a barrier between what she has and what she wants, unfulfilled dreams obeying society and neglecting her own desires. Do the right thing and no one will shun you, betray the norms and no one will respect you. "Do the right thing ... " rings loud and clear in her head, discouraging her to …
A Night In The Life Of A Man In Love, Eric Evans
A Night In The Life Of A Man In Love, Eric Evans
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"8:04 p.m. I hope she hurries up--we have dinner reservations for 8:30. I think she's coming now. She is, and it's about time. Christ, she looks good--I guess I'll forgive her for taking so long. She's wearing her pearls--she knows that I love them on her. I don't know why, I just do. And that dress. She's wearing the dress. The blue one that drops just enough to show the beginning of the nearly invisible freckles that cover her chest. Not only can I see her coming, I can …
The Abandoned Orchestra, Kerry Ivers
Seashore, Mary Reynolds