Tag: fiction
group name: triplenameclub
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . . more
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . . more
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June 17, 2008 06:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or . . . more
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July 14, 2008 05:40 PM EDT --
My mom gave me an assignment to write on this picture. Please let me know how I did. She's never satisfied :)
My two friends, Cheyenne and Annie and I played catch outside, one beautiful autumn . . . more
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May 29, 2008 07:00 PM EDT --
The Goslings
I waited weeks for them,
I waited by the willow as it wept for winter's last hurrah,
I waited by the pond as ripples spread near the edge,
I waited under the footbridge, . . . more
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March 15, 2008 05:01 PM EDT --
MaryBeth tugged at the rip in her father's tattered denim jacket and remembered the last time she wore it - it was a year before her father died, when she wore a sailor's cap and blue . . . more
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March 20, 2008 02:59 AM EDT --
There's so much to say - yet, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's a hush, a chill that surrounds the air we breathe. Sometimes I see it . . . more
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March 21, 2008 05:23 PM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, his legs broken. He couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
It was then I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, . . . more
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March 24, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
The refrigerator hums along in middle C.
As I was slicing an onion, I cut myself; my blood oozed and became a rivulet; the juice ran to the cut like maggots debriding a wound.
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July 01, 2008 12:16 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? . . . more
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April 14, 2008 05:18 PM EDT --
In my attic, beyond cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that would . . . more
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April 02, 2007 07:02 AM EDT --
Mirabelle looked glum. Her eyes were downcast, her mouth downturned. I asked what was wrong. She said nothing.
I walked away. A tear fell from Mirabelle's eyes.
"What is it, hon? Is he . . . more
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July 07, 2007 01:06 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? I'm flattered . . . more
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August 04, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, legs broken, he couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try. I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
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June 08, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
That summer I'd found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, its legs broken; he couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet, I had to try.
I called . . . more
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July 16, 2008 06:38 PM EDT --
Some people have a fear of public places, others fear public speaking, while yet others fear speaking on the phone. I fear none of those things. What I fear is getting the mail.
My fears . . . more
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April 16, 2006 02:31 AM EDT --
(This is a continuing fictional series in the lives of Susan Hapenny and her friends. This installment takes place in 1967, in Monterey, at the Monterey Pop Festival.)
"Our Weekend in Monterey" . . . more
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June 26, 2006 12:48 AM EDT --
Sitting at her desk, today the Quill peers into the future and wonders about those who will live one-hundred and ten years from now. She fears a new, and as yet, unseen world where people speak to each . . . more
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June 27, 2007 12:44 AM EDT --
On Wednesdays, I will be featuring the strongest of the content that comes into the group. The group's stated genres are the following: fiction, poetry, memoir, creative non-fiction, . . . more
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July 13, 2007 05:50 AM EDT --
Up in my attic, past gun-metal grey filing cabinets that line the walls from floor to ceiling, amidst cobwebs and old tapestries, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though . . . more
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