Tag: drabble
member name: Sheila Deeth
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July 29, 2008 06:06 PM EDT --
If only she could have kept the little things, candy in his pockets and flowers on the shelf. She remembered he made her feel important; the memories were fine.
If only she could have forgotten . . . more
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August 12, 2008 07:39 PM EDT --
Are you watching sport
Or politics
The truth of the fast-running youth
Or lies
The challenge of doing your best
Or do you need a rest?
Have you seen
There's . . . more
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August 12, 2008 07:55 PM EDT --
"There are people in these pages," the shopkeeper said.
"People?" asked the little girl
"Yes," said the old man. "They live their lives and nobody knows . . . more
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July 22, 2008 05:42 PM EDT --
"Are you there? Are you waiting for me?"
The young girl looks round the corner and her eyes adjust to the dark. He's hiding again.
"I'll say yes," says the girl, . . . more
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July 29, 2008 05:53 PM EDT --
If only she'd said "No."
But now she was telling her husband, her parents, and her brother. The psychiatrist said it was the best way to heal.
"Poor love," said . . . more
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August 04, 2008 07:54 PM EDT --
Sit down. Shake hands and start your clocks.
She sets her king's pawn down, commanding the center of the battle-field, so I put one there too.
Then she sends a bishop to spy on me. . . . more
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August 18, 2008 07:18 PM EDT --
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twelve." He tried to draw back but she drew him on, tiny fingers pressing bruises into his arm.
The room was dark with heavily brocaded . . . more
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July 29, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
When he called her beautiful she knew it was a lie. He was describing his image of her, the woman he thought he'd married before he knew.
When he called her lovely she saw herself unloved. . . . more
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August 18, 2008 07:22 PM EDT --
"Don't leave," cried Sue, but the White Lady had already retreated to the steps. "I don't want to be alone."
"You were always alone," answered the lady. . . . more
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July 15, 2008 09:13 PM EDT --
He found her diary after she left and imagined her writing there, saw her lying on the bed, facing away from him, resting her weight on her elbow. He wished he could run his fingers along her . . . more
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July 31, 2008 03:56 PM EDT --
She wanted him to say sorry, but he couldn't. He was dead.
She wanted him to undo all the wrong, but the dead can't change the living.
She wanted him to be someone else, be the . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:04 PM EDT --
I'd never seen the man in the moon till we moved to Oregon. I knew he was there of course; I'd seen pictures. But I thought maybe others had eyes more skilled, or imaginations more free. . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:09 PM EDT --
The bushes I planted my first year here were dead by the end of the season. I hadn't realized Oregon summers would be so hot and dry. After all my labors only brittle twigs remained which . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:12 PM EDT --
That first winter, a single rose survived through wind and rain. Frost rimed the ground and tinged the petals brown, but still the last bloom's yellow sun quivered, round and perfect and . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:20 PM EDT --
The green of forest and meadow define the state, with shades touched gold, touched blue, or rainbow-hued in fields of blooms:
The blue of water and white-capped waves like clouds fighting . . . more
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August 13, 2008 02:15 PM EDT --
After my first summer's failure I hooked up the hose. Bright rainbows promised flowers, or gold. And I kept the dripping water from the siding with a chipped, cracked cup.
Blue skies deep . . . more
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July 09, 2008 02:19 PM EDT --
She's in her nightdress, locked out of her house, slippers slapping on sloping stones. He's in his father's sweatshirt, barefoot in the sand, bravely searching the shore for familiar . . . more
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