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November 30, 2009 11:32 AM EST --
This story originally began as a "campfire tale" I told at slumber parties in elementary school with the title, "The Upstairs Bedroom." I later revised it for an eighth grade writing assignment, keeping . . .
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November 30, 2009 03:41 PM EST --
The air grows cold and drear.
My limbs shake with the gentle breath of the wind.
I look upon my fellow brothers and sisters.
My leaves are slowly losing their color.
One by one they fall upon . . .
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September 15, 2007 08:39 PM EDT --
This is a new series starring the main character from my novel The Long-Timers. For other parts and additional material click here.
Part One
It was supposed to be a simple assignment, a fluff . . .
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August 30, 2007 02:21 PM EDT --
Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.
From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice . . .
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October 04, 2009 12:30 PM EDT --
I woke up dead… again.
Some kid named Bobby was standing in my stomach, talking to a friend. Rude!
“Remember… ALL night!” The friend left.
“Yeah Jimmy, . . .
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November 25, 2009 09:43 PM EST --
Hattie Larlham was the best damned cook West-by-God-Virginia ever produced. Her Thanksgiving meals were celebrations of the joys of her kitchen and affirmations of life. Ours was the spread . . .
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August 25, 2007 09:07 PM EDT --
For those of you that don't know, my mother lives with us. She is nearly 80 years old and for the most part is pretty easy to live with on a daily basis. I am the youngest of 11 children and she is . . .
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August 07, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
I am boring. That is my problem. People are not coming to my site as much; and well, I am sad. Some still do. Always, and I love them for it. And I try to go . . .
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October 03, 2007 03:52 PM EDT --
"No!" Mary shreiked as the car began to sputter. "Not again."
The car barely had enough power to get her to the side of the road where she stopped. This was the third time in . . .
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November 16, 2007 01:01 PM EST --
For other parts and additional material click here .
Part Ten
Victoria holds the door for Anna then follows her in and locks the door.
"Can I get you anything?" Victoria . . .
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October 19, 2008 05:05 AM EDT --
He stepped into the crowded room, pushing the heavy drapes behind him. Feeling their weight on his back, he scanned the ballroom for prospective victims. As he walked slowly to one of the card . . .
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July 11, 2008 10:15 AM EDT --
My content on Gather, for the most part falls into one of the following categories:
Poetry
Short Stories
Novel Excerpts
Reviews
Bloggy/Op-ed Stuff
Questions I really want answers . . .
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August 11, 2007 06:55 AM EDT --
One day I went to an old house that had been converted to an antique store. I climbed the rickety stairs holding on dearly to the handrail. I looked over some of the overpriced . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . .
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November 05, 2008 07:50 PM EST --
This happened in Wisconsin:
MILWAUKEE (AP) — Police in Milwaukee say a teenage boy has survived after being accidentally dumped into the back of a recycling truck and compacted.
Police say the . . .
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October 20, 2009 09:39 PM EDT --
I woke up dead.
Again.
It really pissed me off.
I oughta be used to it by now. I’ve been dead for more than 45 years, and usually I’m OK with it. But this morning . . .
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February 12, 2008 09:40 PM EST --
Constructive criticism welcomed .
Janie Tompkins walks across the front lawn at her high school. Karen Anderson hurries after her.
"Janie, I thought you were going . . .
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October 04, 2009 01:59 PM EDT --
The pig in the cop car wears a hog's-head mask... red overhead light casting shadows underneath its eyes.
I walk the children through the spitting snow, a twelve year-old Jedi Knight . . .
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October 31, 2009 01:31 PM EDT --
In 1967, at Hiram College, behind a door, in a cabinet, in a biology laboratory, resided a cardboard box of very little weight. If you lifted the box, it would rustle. If you opened it, excelsior (finely . . .
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August 20, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
I received this in my EMAIL today and thought there were some really good thoughts here, especially for an 8 Year old.
It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula . . .
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