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member name: Sheila Deeth
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December 17, 2009 11:06 PM EST --
Tom slid miserably down the wall as girls crowded the hall. He wished he’d not been chosen, hated this. Jen’s catty, sharp-clawed words were hard; Len pudding-pawed her face; Di rooster-crowed. . . .
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November 18, 2009 04:56 PM EST --
“We’re free from Crown and Bishop here.”
“And from soldiers defending us.”
“We fight alone.”
So they marched to rescue their captured friend—a . . .
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November 25, 2009 01:19 PM EST --
Another in my Thanksgiving sequence of drabbles – http://www.sheiladeethdrabbles.blogspot.com . Thanks for the inspiration Susan.
Windows were parchment and linseed, . . .
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December 02, 2009 03:54 PM EST --
A scene almost Dickensian; dark alley, mildewed walls and dust-drawn windows, eyeless to the child’s unruly pain. She hugs the blanket tight to narrow shoulders, shaking chest, then rests herself . . .
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December 10, 2009 12:26 AM EST --
As woolen clouds touched earth and grew to fog, the sheared sheep shying, as sunlight dropped and puppy-dog wrapped its naked fur in dark, they started out. Stark shepherds crossed the wool-clad field, . . .
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August 19, 2009 06:26 PM EDT --
“Turn left,” says he.
“How far is it now?”
“Be less if you turned the right way.” His eyes start to frown.
Her fingers tense round the steering wheel as she feels . . .
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August 26, 2009 08:53 PM EDT --
Five minutes freewrite???
His most august majesty sits above us, cool in his shade while we broil in the heat down below. A lazy movement implies no procrastination, no prevarication now, don’t . . .
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October 14, 2009 04:53 PM EDT --
Sir Geoffrey, swashbuckler, waved his sword as he rode, sweet Emily’s ribbons and lace trailing from the hilt. A happy smile decorated his handsome face, and the only sign of harm was the color . . .
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October 22, 2009 01:36 AM EDT --
“ 'Your world is as big as you make it.' ”
Ginny slammed down her homework by the computer. “How the *** do I write about that?”
“Speak nicely Ginny,” said her . . .
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October 28, 2009 01:08 PM EDT --
The waves’ sweet susurration sounded softly in his ears. His tears blended with sea-salt spray portending eventide. The man who watched the waters turned away, his thoughts for sorrow and the . . .
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November 11, 2009 07:15 PM EST --
Sea and sky colored dismal in fading light draining to speckled haze.
“Don’t like it here,” said Emma watching Mayflower’s wavering form.
“Tough.” . . .
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July 29, 2009 01:59 PM EDT --
I loved her but love makes you blind. I didn’t ask. She didn’t tell. Her strangely fearsome hell.
Today, I’d question everything and risk whatever loss, except I’ve . . .
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June 18, 2009 12:27 AM EDT --
White-haired Zinnia led the way, scrambling over rocks and rubble to the child. We watched, knowing our world was already lost.
“This one,” Zinnia said. Red-haired Columbine held the bag. . . .
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August 05, 2009 12:46 PM EDT --
I’m typing words on a page, and letters fly from keyboard to screen. My muse is hitting the high notes, laughing today, as fingers perform a percussion of clattering dreams.
And . . .
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September 09, 2009 03:20 PM EDT --
Oregon summer: sun like warmed honey dripping, sweet bees humming, and students lying in drying grass with straw-blond hair like feathers strewn around.
“Your turn Em!”
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September 30, 2009 08:29 PM EDT --
“The body of evidence wouldn’t seem…”
“What, a seam like a carpenter sews?”
“Sewed surprisingly well. Got a penchant for stitches.” . . .
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October 07, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
“We shall fight them on the beaches.”
“Who?” I asked, but Grandpa was dreaming again, reciting remembered lines from Churchill and war.
“We shall fight…” . . .
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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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July 16, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
Fear is a river with no escape, tumbling out of control to the waiting sea. Fear splashes wider whenever you turn, and fear drowns. So David, floundering in uncertainty, knew he was drowning for sure. . . .
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June 03, 2009 06:54 PM EDT --
There’s smoothness divided in raiment that deceives, sharp softness hiding knife-blades underneath. Look in her eyes and see how she despises you. “Feed me; I’ll be your prize and sing . . .
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