Tag: fiction
member name: Corina Carrasco
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July 09, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
Lifting the lid to the recycling bin, Sarah paused and thought about it. No. She didn't want to recycle these words. Instead, she opened the trash bin and dumped years worth . . .
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August 12, 2007 09:50 PM EDT --
The light filtered in through the sheer curtain. Grace's eyelids fluttered. She turned on to her side, pulling the blanket with her. Turning again, she opened her eyes. It was . . .
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December 21, 2007 03:12 AM EST --
Sheryl had been puzzled when the invitation arrived. Why would her ex-husband's wife invite herself to coffee? They had never been friends. They had rarely spoken. Now . . .
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February 25, 2008 12:32 AM EST --
Candace hadn't been to the new coffee shop. She had heard many wonderful things about it. When Tom called and asked if she'd go out for coffee, she had hesitated. "We . . .
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July 23, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
Margie dressed carefully that morning, making it a point to be as non-descript as possible. At the hospital, she hid her face from security cameras as she made her way through corridors. She . . .
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February 16, 2008 03:12 AM EST --
My mother lives in the desert. When I visit her, I like to drive instead of flying. Last year, I made the ten hour drive to see my mother. I drove in the day time and, other than . . .
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January 05, 2009 04:05 PM EST --
A few days ago I received a much awaited copy of With Violets by Elizabeth Robards to read and review. The timing was perfect as I had just decided I would try to read more this year, even with my failing . . .
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January 02, 2007 11:09 PM EST --
The website said the lethal dose was between twelve and fifteen tablets. She counted out the pills in the bottle. Twenty-seven. She took them all then went to bed. She slept . . .
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July 23, 2007 02:11 AM EDT --
She couldn’t believe it was all over. Each character had been her creation. The entire world inside the novels had been born in her imagination. She reached the last page, sealed . . .
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July 31, 2007 05:19 AM EDT --
[The other morning, I read an article by Jamie G., in which Jamie gave a nice little way to get started on writing when you have nothing to write about . That article can be found here: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977069195. . . .
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February 26, 2008 03:58 AM EST --
I have had this book for almost three weeks and have found it an uninspiring read. I've picked it up to read it a number of times but in all honesty, it is the driest piece of non-fiction . . .
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July 22, 2007 06:22 AM EDT --
The line on the stick was definitely pink; no mistake; no room for error; pink. Sergeant Scott Meyer put the stick into the evidence bag and robotically marked it with the case number, date, and . . .
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February 26, 2008 04:51 AM EST --
It was the second chance she had thought would never come. The years had not been kind to her and her dreams had faded. Now it was finally her turn. The letter had come in the . . .
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May 22, 2007 04:52 AM EDT --
(This is an exercise in which the first and last lines were given and the assignment was to fill in the space in between.)
Scott and Sheila sat staring at each other, knowing this was a conversation . . .
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February 26, 2007 02:39 AM EST --
She sat by the pool, enjoying the warm sun. Inside, the phone rang and the little boy answered it, put it down and called for his big sister. She put the phone to her ear and listened. She . . .
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December 27, 2006 04:14 AM EST --
Restless and unable to sleep, she got up, walked the few steps to the window in the motel room, and pulled the curtains aside. A smile broke out across her face as she saw the snow. She had . . .
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July 25, 2007 10:49 PM EDT --
I started a new group a couple of weeks ago but never published its announcement. I'm doing that now.
The group is called Just A Kiss (justakiss.gather.com) and it is for any poetry or prose . . .
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January 01, 2007 02:04 AM EST --
As a child, I loved stories, oral and written. I loved books but didn’t have any. The only books I had seen before I started school were the ones my brothers brought home from . . .
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April 16, 2008 05:20 AM EDT --
How could he get her to understand? He had not wanted children. He had been angry when he found out she was carrying his child. But what she didn't know was that things were different . . .
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