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I've eaten my whole plate. Like my mother told me to do back when I was four. When making dinner last night, I looked into…

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Alexander sat on the mangled remains of the stolen carriage and listened to the silence. At least the quarrel would be ended, though he desperately…

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Trooper Proctor took the stand, and everything about him was wrong. His oblong face was marked by anger—not that he seemed particularly angry at this…

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"Benny," I said, in a whisper-shout because court would be in session at any moment. "Yeah." Gruff and manly, that's how I like them. Not…

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Hands I have held and loved Take the grounds into the filter and hand me the cup Knowing how you take it and you need…

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Words. Words, words, words! Hamlet exclaims. He is annoyed with not only the superficiality of what people say, but the betrayal of those words as…

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I've eaten my whole plate. Like my mother told me to do back when I was four. When making dinner last night, I looked into…

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Near my home is a large,empty field. A few tall weeds have broken through the dirt and probable tarmac beneath. It won’t be empty for…

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I’m never at a loss for words. Since i got into the habit of writing in journals, filling many invitingly blank white pages, when i…

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It was only a wisp,” Marnie said. “But I felt it.” “A wisp,” her husband said. He’d repeated her word, but his glance was skeptical.…

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I run away from home almost every day. Well, I trot or walk away from home. I don't run. I began a new work schedule…

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Alexander sat on the mangled remains of the stolen carriage and listened to the silence. At least the quarrel would be ended, though he desperately…

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Trooper Proctor took the stand, and everything about him was wrong. His oblong face was marked by anger—not that he seemed particularly angry at this…

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Much to say about the word "wisp".....short for "whisper" immediately comes to mind...which brings further to mind the idea that if you want to get…

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I both like and love The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Not because I read it in high school, when it was assigned. I…

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