Tag: easel
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August 27, 2008 08:03 PM EDT --
This week's inspiration is Migdalia Arellano's "Night Moves."
This story is a sequel of sorts to another short story that I had shared a while back, titled " Home ." . . . more
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July 18, 2008 02:12 AM EDT --
Sleepless nights
in my empty bed,
A wounded heart
crying red.
This old guitar
Its golden strings,
plays a tune of our bounced souls
your . . . more
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July 09, 2008 07:15 PM EDT --
I went through the forbidden gate and into the woodland. Aunt Bertha would scold me, and her mean daughter Winifred would make me pay with pinches and slaps. I didn't care. I just wanted . . . more
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August 06, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
Lily sat on the window seat and looked at the rosebud Grandma had given her from the garden. Grandma had told her she could put it in the button hole on Daddy's jacket when he got here. . . . more
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June 02, 2008 10:49 PM EDT --
A fair day deserved a perfect night. Monica had thought and hoped that when she and Bill returned from their outing, Bill would take her downstairs to her room.
Nothing like that happened. It was . . . more
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August 12, 2008 07:55 PM EDT --
"There are people in these pages," the shopkeeper said.
"People?" asked the little girl
"Yes," said the old man. "They live their lives and nobody knows . . . more
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August 20, 2008 11:03 AM EDT --
Today . . . more
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August 03, 2008 06:55 PM EDT --
She was like a little doll, dressed in one of those pretty little girl’s dresses that you don’t see much these days. She had pressed her face against the window, waiting as she did each evening for Daddy . . . more
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July 09, 2008 02:05 PM EDT --
" It's a girl Kristina, a great big girl !"
The nurse showed her the baby but, only for a minute. There was so much rushing around. Words were rapidly spoken in hushed tones that she . . . more
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July 09, 2008 02:28 PM EDT --
My child
you take my hand and lightly trip along
the way known only to you
. . . more
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July 23, 2008 04:21 AM EDT --
E ager we enter stripped of life’s lessons
A bandon your fear ; the abattoir beckons
D aemon summons and damnation proffered
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August 11, 2008 07:21 PM EDT --
Sung Kim's quaint Book Shop was our inspiration for the week.
Oh how I loved the bookshop down in Old Town. It had such a wonderful charm. The old wood floors were so well worn from all . . . more
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June 04, 2008 02:13 PM EDT --
The Easel Musings prompt is the Picasso painting.
This morning, as he had done many other mornings, Blake watched his wife stand before the mirror and silently apologize, not to herself, . . . more
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June 18, 2008 09:58 PM EDT --
Harland Samuels sat at the bar. He was just about to move on, when Harry hired her . Gina. Yes. She was just what he was looking for. She had soft features. Big brown eyes, olive skin, full lips, dark . . . more
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July 09, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
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July 29, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
When he called her beautiful she knew it was a lie. He was describing his image of her, the woman he thought he'd married before he knew.
When he called her lovely she saw herself unloved. . . . more
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August 06, 2008 11:51 PM EDT --
I can remember the day my Grandma took this picture. I was sitting on the window seat, waiting for my Daddy to come home from the Navy, intently watching the street below. I could see the whole . . . more
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August 13, 2008 08:27 PM EDT --
Nothing about the store had changed. Perhaps faded with time, but not changed.
Just like Maya who stood at the door.
Eyes, a shade of bluish-green, reminding one of the oceans on a summer . . . more
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August 19, 2008 01:26 PM EDT --
Dear Diary
Today I was humiliated. I just don't understand why my mom can't recognize that I'm grown-up now. But no, she insists on treating me like a child. She picked out a dress for . . . more
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August 18, 2008 07:18 PM EDT --
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twelve." He tried to draw back but she drew him on, tiny fingers pressing bruises into his arm.
The room was dark with heavily brocaded . . . more
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