Tag: mini stories
member name: Laura B.
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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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March 11, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
Snorkeling to youthful saffron tranquility in protected water
He left the accepted standards of transformation with the night bars,
Spooning and believing Errol from varying callow equations, she was . . .
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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 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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March 11, 2008 09:15 PM EDT --
Rosemary,
You turned the beautiful medicines
Into the essential orange flurry of the fire whiskey
My rayon and taffeta kimono charred from time
I would seem "spontaneous" with fascinating . . .
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