Tag: short story
member name: Sheila Deeth
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April 21, 2009 01:42 AM EDT --
Her morning voice was like the whispers heard on a summer’s night, clear as rinsed crystal. Champagne bubbled to the rim of her laughter and honey dripped its scent from the waking hive. Her . . .
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September 21, 2009 08:03 PM EDT --
I'm jumping up and down in excitement again (though my son says what's the point if I don't get paid)! I've got another short story published on NightsandWeekends.com . In fact, if you go to their front . . .
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October 31, 2009 11:48 AM EDT --
They say the fabric stretches thin one night a year and think it’s those in graves that rise to haunt with curious rage. But I wait here, imagined fear on brightly painted page. I look . . .
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November 05, 2009 12:39 AM EST --
My Granddad was a lad when soldiers fought in Africa. Then friends dropped, caught in trenches; he got gassed. The English streets popped afterwards to shrapnel’s burning swell, and then… . . .
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March 20, 2009 08:17 PM EDT --
The end of summer was always the worst time of year—not summer the season, but summer the break from school. When skies and moods turned gray; when time took on that liquid quality that drips through . . .
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March 25, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
“Fie… On… Tarn…” The teacher slowly enunciated each syllable then paused and looked round the room. And Fionntan groaned.
He was sitting right at the front of the seventh grade classroom. . . .
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January 03, 2009 02:07 PM EST --
The flashing lights in his rear view mirror were the first sign of the kind of evening it would be. But Evelyn hadn't noticed and asked, "Kurt, why are you stopping?"
"Just . . .
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May 08, 2009 05:09 PM EDT --
Challenge sentence: When someone cares it is easier to laugh.
They laughed at her at school—hair the wrong color, dress the wrong style, her name too hard to pronounce.
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July 11, 2009 11:08 PM EDT --
I could write another post, but then I'd have to wait till tomorrow to find the time, so I'll just add this here. I won! I really won! I'm really going to have my story published in Second Wind's mystery . . .
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February 13, 2009 08:27 PM EST --
“Walk with me,” said Chris.
Jessie took his arm in that gentle way he had grown so used to, her fingerprints cool on his bare skin, prickling the hairs that had risen with the breeze. . . .
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