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The Rescue, Alex Mcgilvery Oct 1991

The Rescue, Alex Mcgilvery

The Mythic Circle

Darla walked down High Street, her heels clicking a rapid beat, her normally pleasant face marred by a frown.


The Stars Are Caring Travelers, Paul Newman Oct 1991

The Stars Are Caring Travelers, Paul Newman

The Mythic Circle

The day had been a wonderfilled one for all, as the family’s four living generations had been reunited for this holiday spent in the country air at the farm of one of its members.


Rising In The Night, Ramona M. Czer Oct 1991

Rising In The Night, Ramona M. Czer

The Mythic Circle

When Gina sprang out of bed that night she did it joyfully. Her eyes swept open at once, her legs from the thighs to the toes felt life in them.


The Seventh Bellkeeper Of Vienna, Dennis Bock Oct 1991

The Seventh Bellkeeper Of Vienna, Dennis Bock

The Mythic Circle

In the silence of his violin days (for he composed very little during that sad time) Mozart slept while he could, at the height of day when all of Vienna was loud and alive with accident and arguments, castrations, rehearsals, fist-fights and anthems.


The Bones Of Erin, Linda Buchanan Oct 1991

The Bones Of Erin, Linda Buchanan

The Mythic Circle

When her shovel hit something hard, Sharon assumed it was just another rock.


The Bike Trail, Jefferson Dukes Oct 1991

The Bike Trail, Jefferson Dukes

The Mythic Circle

They were killing the dogs when I met Kalie.


The Seduction Of Yahu-El Betshintav, David Sparenberg Oct 1991

The Seduction Of Yahu-El Betshintav, David Sparenberg

The Mythic Circle

Recently an angel of heaven descended to earth. She was not one of the fiery seraphim. Nor was she an androgynous angel, an ofan.


The Rune Master, Conda V. Douglas Mar 1991

The Rune Master, Conda V. Douglas

The Mythic Circle

Emerad stood upon the tower, watch­ing the far-off wisps of smoke from the battlefield.


Enforced Adaptation, V. W. Massie Mar 1991

Enforced Adaptation, V. W. Massie

The Mythic Circle

Coryann Sayre woke to blessed silence. Then she remembered; there was cotton in her ears.


The Light That Was Lorainne, Dan O'Keefe Mar 1991

The Light That Was Lorainne, Dan O'Keefe

The Mythic Circle

One second, I sat alone in my bedroom, in my wheelchair. I stared out the only window at a neighbor across the street mowing her lawn.


Sun-Time, Suzanne Burgoyne Dieckman Mar 1991

Sun-Time, Suzanne Burgoyne Dieckman

The Mythic Circle

Mryeshta sat on the riverback, watching skyrr birds skim over the water in little leafy boats. The sun sat high in the sky.


Cat's Paw, Amy Wolf Mar 1991

Cat's Paw, Amy Wolf

The Mythic Circle

The frozen expanse of Balion Wood was silent, save for deerskin boots crunch­ing against snow.


The Theft Of The Sun, Douglas A. Rossman Mar 1991

The Theft Of The Sun, Douglas A. Rossman

The Mythic Circle

It is told that when the great skald Dag Ormseeker was but a mere lad, his mother, the swan-maiden Hervor, sent him off to live with her brother, Ragnar Rune-Wise, the fatherless boy having reached an age when he required the kind of training that only a man could provide.


Passage In The Night, Brian Mason Mar 1991

Passage In The Night, Brian Mason

The Mythic Circle

The fire had gone out and I was unable to get it started again. I had been a Boy Scout and all that, but without dry kindling I could not get more than a few flickers of flame.


A Special Bus, Charles Rampp Mar 1991

A Special Bus, Charles Rampp

The Mythic Circle

Winter was dragging along its weary way toward spring, which seemed far in an indefinite future.


Feminist Fiction And The Uses Of Memory, Gayle Greene Jan 1991

Feminist Fiction And The Uses Of Memory, Gayle Greene

Scripps Faculty Publications and Research

All writers are concerned with memory, since all writing is a remembrance of things past; all writers draw on the past, mine it as a quarry. Memory is especially important to anyone who cares about change, for forgetting dooms us to repetition;and it is of particular importance to feminists.


The Chain, Dan E. Ryan Sep 1990

The Chain, Dan E. Ryan

The Mythic Circle

Ramón Montaña saw her at the Spring Dance and made his way across the crowded dance floor as the room reverberated with the tape-recorded rhythms of U2.


Merlusine, Janet P. Reedman Sep 1990

Merlusine, Janet P. Reedman

The Mythic Circle

I had been wandering for a year when I stumbled on Castra Castle. The month was Mys Rhagvyr, the Year’s Wane, and the weather had been cruel and cold, bringing snow and ice and hail


Janus Winked, Charles W. Ryan Sep 1990

Janus Winked, Charles W. Ryan

The Mythic Circle

Jeremiah Sharpe listened to the revelers in the street below, hunched himself against the nagging chill, and listened with grudging envy to the hoots and laughter muted by the dusty, rain-streaked window glass.


Giants Of Avalon, Mel Hunnicutt Sep 1990

Giants Of Avalon, Mel Hunnicutt

The Mythic Circle

King Arthur stood in the doorway of his tent, gazing nervously into the valley where the Saxon army camped.


The Old Millstream, James Hartley Sep 1990

The Old Millstream, James Hartley

The Mythic Circle

The old mill stream. Sounds corny, doesn't it? But that’s where it was. I’ve been living in a rural area ever since my, er, "retirement," and I go on long walks a lot.


Cairnwoman, Rosamund I. Flambard Sep 1990

Cairnwoman, Rosamund I. Flambard

The Mythic Circle

On a sun-warmed boulder far from the other children in her class, Francie Dunster sat eating her frugal lunch.


The Magus, Mel Waldman Sep 1990

The Magus, Mel Waldman

The Mythic Circle

"Get out of here, kid!" Buster said to The Magus. "You’re finished! Just another Brooklyn bum who made good and blew it."


M.I.A., Patricia Ellen Flinn Sep 1990

M.I.A., Patricia Ellen Flinn

The Mythic Circle

One morning after a long and fitful night of dream-drenched sleep, Helen Blake awoke and discovered to her astonishment that she had been transformed into a large and dazzling butterfly.


The Betrayed, Erin Lale Sep 1990

The Betrayed, Erin Lale

The Mythic Circle

The long hall is hung with festive banners. Many Khuzhar are here, celebrating with us our victory over another Soft Poofie town, and loot was piled high on the cloth-covered table along with the rib roast and steaming plates of multicolored roots.


In Another Country, Fred G. Leebron Sep 1990

In Another Country, Fred G. Leebron

English Faculty Publications

That summer we lived in an icebox of a house, where nothing worked. The gas stove was stuck in a chimney that had no fireplace, plaid linoleum covered the chipped and rotting floor, a cold wet wind blew through the cracks in the doors and windows, the light bulbs hummed and fluttered, the clock struck at odd and unwarranted times, and we weren't allowed to drink the water from the sink because it came from an impure place. [excerpt]


Thurenfel's Source, Gerard Daniel Houarner Jan 1990

Thurenfel's Source, Gerard Daniel Houarner

The Mythic Circle

The King of Pel looked down upon the flowing waters of the Thurenfel River, and was not content.


The Crimson Berries, Deborah L. Hunt Jan 1990

The Crimson Berries, Deborah L. Hunt

The Mythic Circle

Alec longingly pressed his forehead to the windowpane. The sun was finally coming out. Behind him, he heard the clatter of his nanny's footsteps in the hallway as she approached.


Hard Time, David Rubenstein Jan 1990

Hard Time, David Rubenstein

The Mythic Circle

Over the moonlit moor the wail of bagpipes rose and fell with the gusting of the wind; disembodied notes, measures lost in space and time, moving like the patches of mist that floated between the barren hilltops.


El Patio De Los Legartos, Michael Kocik Jan 1990

El Patio De Los Legartos, Michael Kocik

The Mythic Circle

After having lingered through one of the most gracious esplanades surrounding Madrid, my guide abruptly pulled up before a ‘polvo mojado’ -- a Moorish well, literally translating to ‘wet powder’ for the crystalline residue floating atop the tepid water found there - and paused for a long drink.