Tag: fiction
member name: Laura B.
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . .
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August 25, 2007 05:02 PM EDT --
yellow birches, red maples, and old old oaks offer their leaves to the rain-soaked road, mourning this august twilight, in camouflage for the palm-sized discs of flattened baby snappers. i continue to . . .
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August 22, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . .
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August 06, 2008 08:26 AM EDT --
If Adam looks the guy in the face and shrugs, “I don’t know his name, dude,” then no one knows him.
Every other day, he walks into the camping store, itching his grimy scalp with long . . .
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September 29, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
Wandering and Wondering
All too accustomed to a plush office chair in front of a laptop computer, my body now awakens to the invigorating hike along the rocky shores around Rock Island. All those . . .
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October 05, 2007 12:13 AM EDT --
On my birthday, as any perfect September Saturday, the sun danced on quivering red maple leaves, the squirrels anxiously zig-zagged around the park forgetting where to store their huge black walnuts, and . . .
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October 06, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
Sitting on this deck, wrapped up in an acrylic afghan,
I watch distant thin whitecaps appear, disappear, reappear,
out there, on the endless bay, where pelicans . . .
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October 02, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
A stack of five syrup-soaked waffles piled high with whipped cream and strawberry sauce stared back at her in a tantalizing dare to herself. Emily decided the Saturday after freshman college initiation . . .
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August 10, 2008 10:36 PM EDT --
Despite the church address typo, cancelled catering, and tacky Elvis impersonator acting as D.J., Mat and Aubrey married each other yesterday with bursting hearts and twinkling eyes. Love ruled. . . .
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October 13, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
What I wish I could say to that child who begged me to be her mother when I was in college:
Oh sweet child, your beautiful face full of hope and dreams, of youth so raw even though you shook when . . .
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January 29, 2008 10:12 PM EST --
Wrote this in twenty minutes, first day back from vacation, needing to just get the words flowing.
The trepidation of the steep fresh virgin white powder steals my breath. I stare through . . .
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March 24, 2008 12:11 AM EDT --
Celebrating spring means celebrating new beginnings, new life, new work. To celebrate the creation of my new group, " Writing Inspired By Art Inspired By Writing ," I am providing you a . . .
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August 12, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
When Dirk arrived at work Monday morning, he saw that Mandy wasn’t there to greet him with a smile and let him in. Rather, the depressed accountant turned the bolt lock and welcomed Dirk in through . . .
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October 12, 2008 11:29 PM EDT --
Perhaps when my oldest brother claims I cannot get my facts straight, he is right. When I attempt to tell someone about an event of the past, I seem to take the simple textbook account and soak . . .
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October 13, 2008 09:41 PM EDT --
Chapter One- Vultures Coming Down
Lois notices turkey vultures circling in the pale morning sky as she wraps a thrift wool coat over her boney shoulders. A cool walk along the . . .
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October 27, 2007 03:38 PM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion, the last step before starting our new life over. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to . . .
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October 28, 2007 01:32 PM EDT --
Written from 12:00 p.m. to 12:20 p.m. in my bedroom while my husband watched football.
I got this in my head after reading a call for submission for works by women about menstruation.
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October 27, 2007 01:36 PM EDT --
My husband watched me suffer from serious hive breakouts day in and day out. He could not stand it. Covered from head to toe in red itchy puffy rings, I felt miserable and at a loss. . . .
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July 30, 2008 11:26 PM EDT --
On the Karfi ferry from Washington Island to Rock Island, the lake breeze tried to wash our faces clean, attempting to brush away all the woes, stress, hurt, and fear from our foreheads. . . .
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August 21, 2007 11:28 PM EDT --
As a conscious member of society, Petra wonders why its the coffee shop outside on Willy Street, Madison, where people finally look real. Here, the staunch suits disappear, the polo shirt stretched over . . .
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