Tag: fiction
group name: chateaux
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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? . . .
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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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October 06, 2008 12:02 AM EDT --
Sunday, 8 a.m. Drank whey powder, amino acid supplements, Green Tea power drink. Powerlifted at club, mega treadmill workout, 30 wind sprints on the track. 2 hours. Sunny but windy.
Smiled . . .
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July 13, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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November 02, 2008 01:48 AM EST --
It was 7 p.m. and Ben stood under the street lamp, waiting for the last train home.
His hands trembled as he read the cracked, yellowed pages of the last letter he'd written . . .
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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 . . .
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July 12, 2008 08:04 PM EDT --
Please read Part 1 first. It is HERE .
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Celia prodded her husband, Malcolm, to lay out food the caterers brought.
"Malcolm, please use the refrigerated tray for . . .
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July 12, 2006 03:08 AM EDT --
Everything was all turned inside inwards, in her mind. Cathy knew this.
She opened the fridge door and her thoughts came tumbling out.
It struck her how off she'd been, how utterly defragmented . . .
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January 31, 2009 09:11 PM EST --
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; she slips . . .
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October 26, 2008 06:07 PM EDT --
I was 19 and you, 21: full of Baudelaire, Rimbaud and Apollonaire at Montagne's Bistro drinking Slibovice, we imagined we were Revolutionaries side by side with Papa and Gertrude, ignoring the obvious . . .
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April 15, 2007 07:23 PM EDT --
Michael sent a telegram today: Mom, bad news. Stopped at border for open container and pot. Stop. Friend not US citizen. Sent back to US. Stop. I'm not in the PH D. program, I lied. Stop. . . .
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August 02, 2008 11:17 AM EDT --
When I was growing up, dinner-table conversation often revolved around scientific discourse, the recitation of poetry composed during dinner, and the recollection of past travel and of lands . . .
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November 06, 2008 01:25 AM EST --
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 . . .
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February 28, 2007 09:11 AM EST --
Three months later, I returned to visit Mama. I'd been traveling on business and wasn't able to return as soon as I wanted. I didn't know what to expect, and what I found there . . .
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October 02, 2007 11:48 PM EDT --
Welcome to Wednesday Writing Essentials. Today, October 3 is an OPEN day .
This means that fiction, poetry, memoir, essays about writing or publishing, creative non-fiction, . . .
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September 08, 2008 12:12 AM EDT --
With apologies to Judith Viorst.
Rewritten but originally written in 2006. Presented now for Back to School and Back to Pre-School.
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February 20, 2007 09:14 PM EST --
Cheap paintings of cut flowers lined the pastel hospital walls. A young nurse with a well-scrubbed face and a bright smile zipped in and out of the waiting room. The hospital gave every appearance of being . . .
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March 28, 2007 08:52 AM EDT --
Mama phoned me. It was rarely good news when she called.
"Mom, you've got to get out of D.C."
"Honey, I'm going to Iran."
"You can't go to Iran. It's . . .
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May 19, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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July 25, 2007 02:18 AM EDT --
Today is an open day, which means that writing which falls under the content/genre guidelines of fiction, poetry, playwriting, creative non-fiction, memoir, essays about publishing or about writing, . . .
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