I parked the Porsche a few houses down the street from the target. I’d borrowed the car from a couple brunching at Saint Jacques French Bistro, conveniently located in North Raleigh near the home of the gentleman I would be visiting. The unlucky couple would have an unhappy surprise when they went to look for their posh …

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Mr. James Brown Brown and Fletchter Suite 777 Fearsville, TN USA 11666 Phone: 1-423-888-9109 E-Mail: jbrown@comcast.net November 1, 2009 Re: Discrimination Lawsuit CERTIFIED MAIL Ms. Karen Wilson Learning Centers and Opportunities Human Resources Suite 2187D Fearsville, TN USA 11666 Dear Ms. Wilson, I am writing to you on behalf of my client, Zelda Hatchett. Ms. Hatchett …

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Back in the fields I duck under the rising flowers, my face is painted with cuts. I would love to build a summer of huts, to live with a beating heart, the only one I left behind. I wait for the shimmer, of eyes, of the glimmer they make when I’m lost underfoot. I wrap …

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Untamed

He was unhappy with me. I left for an hour to get some food and when I came back the damn thing was crying again. So dramatic. Rolling my eyes, I walked through the house and turned on the lights. I always left him in the dark. He seemed to prefer it that way, not …

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He intended to stop in Afryea for the evening, but the chicken would not let him pass. It was a monster of a bird, nearly the size of a hyena, with a great purple comb and a red tipped beak and black claws that dug into the earth and a magnificent purple-and-black tail. The rooster …

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There it stood. Staring. She flipped it the bird. It did not take flight. Strange, she had seen it done and almost anticipated that sense of satisfaction when she would watch it disappear in dismay at her decision. Obviously it knew her better than she had been lead to believe. It could tell that she …

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Sylvia

I remember it clearly: the seventh day of December at 9 PM, I left the factory for the last time. The air all around the loom smelled like burning cotton, but in the alleyway, this smell turned cold and damp. The lofty walls of the alley behind the loom building blocked all but a few …

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I should never have put on the dress; that is what I have learned. We never think about how important our decisions are until after they have doomed us. That is something else I have learned. It never did fit properly, not even on the day of the wedding. I had followed Mother’s instructions precisely …

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In Defense of Story I’ve noticed this hot-button topic of Young Adult (YA) and Juvenile fiction surfacing a lot lately and I definitely have my own, strong opinions on it. I was saving this up for a longer essay, but a good ol’ editorial in a literary mag seems as good a forum as any …

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