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We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad.
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No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do.
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You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.
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God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.
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Writing a novel is the culmination of what I’ve been preaching most of my whole life.
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Suzanne giggled and stomped her feet at the secret she held, the power.
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Think of a children’s story you know…” ps..my secretary is responsible for any and all mistakes. :)
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Cassandra
“I don’t think it’s right. I can’t get it lined up perfectly,” said Cassandra. “Perfection isn’t what you’re after, it’s the mood, the tone. Melancholy doesn’t follow straight lines. You want the fluidity of a blue satin skirt,” said Serena. “Let one movement flow into the other, and don’t be rigid.” “I am not from… Read more
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Stay the Course
It only took a few seconds to find out that I was completely and utterly lost. That’s what careful planning and a world class GPS got me, lost. The drive through Texas was one road, one lane, one shot, no turns. As straight forward as you could get with or without tumbleweeds. You couldn’t get… Read more
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4H Camp Blues
“I was only there for one week thirty-five years ago,” Max told George. “I’m sure Alice doesn’t feel the same way I feel toward her.” Max had met Alice when they were camp counselors at 4-H camp when they were seniors in college. They were collecting and stacking logs for the opening night bonfire when… Read more
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Whisper
“Boy, do I have a secret or what?” Margaret said to her reflection in the mirror. She gazed deeply into her own eyes. Boom. The door on the bathroom echoed when the blond walked in whispering to her red headed friend. It sounded like they had secrets too. Margaret had no idea what they were… Read more
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No Regrets
“I don’t want to hear you say ‘I regret’ getting that puppy in two weeks when school starts,” said Buddy to his mom. She’d be the one taking care of it, feeding, watering, cleaning up its shit. She was very particular about her stuff and didn’t want a damned dog eating her furniture. Some of… Read more
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We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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I had a notion why the deer didn’t eat his flower salad.
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No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do.
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You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.
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God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.
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Writing a novel is the culmination of what I’ve been preaching most of my whole life.
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Suzanne giggled and stomped her feet at the secret she held, the power.
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Think of a children’s story you know…” ps..my secretary is responsible for any and all mistakes. :)
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Patience of the trees
I grew up on a dirt road with quiet skies and darkened rooms where there was one light in the center of the room and two table lamps, a luxury beside a rocking chair and one end of the couch for reading. The kitchens had a dim bulb in the middle as did the bedrooms.…
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Message
I’ve been to two funerals this week. Two uncles, one from my dad, one from my mom. Dad’s brother had a military funeral, Mom’s brother had a Masonic funeral. The military funeral had a twenty-one gun salute at the end of it. The Masons chanted and made hand signals. Both were dignified and sent the…
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A path through the woods
There were hundreds of acres to explore and I suppose we stepped through all of them. We walked through the woods for miles, following each other. The path was the one we created, or sometimes the deer or both. They are creatures of habits, the same as we. We had no place in mind to…
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First Memories
I have two distinct memories before I could walk. The first one was being held in my uncle’s arms and reaching for my mother. I loved my uncle Paul as much as any six or seven month old can love another human being who’s around all the time. But I remember throwing my body towards…
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Winter is…is not
Cold…killing cold.
Devonne Brown 