Tag: story
member name: Terry Collett
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December 13, 2009 02:09 PM EST --
Isabella smiled to herself. She thought how quick time had passed since her maid Fanny Fulbright had first come that cold morning two months before. She waited sitting up in bed, gazing at the large . . .
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March 24, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
Kitty Shrimpcell sat stuffing chocolates into her mouth; stared out at the window with the sound of Leonard Cohen playing from the record player in the corner. She watched Mrs Gentry leave to go to . . .
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August 27, 2007 05:54 AM EDT --
You enter the coins into the machine and a ticket is returned. Ham does likewise and grabs his ticket as soon as it comes. You lift yours up to your blue eyes and peer at it. Another ticket another . . .
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July 07, 2007 06:43 AM EDT --
Judith stares out at the grim morning with its grey skies and dampness clinging to the windowpane. There is something about the day she knows is going to be unpleasant; she can sense it in her urine. . . .
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April 25, 2007 02:21 AM EDT --
“I love the birds and the song of birds,” said Sister Blaise. “I hear the voice of my bridegroom when they sing; in the flapping of their wings; when they peck at my hands I feel his presence. The cloister . . .
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January 15, 2008 12:53 PM EST --
Emily Gight was in love; she knew she was and wanted everyone else to know as well, but her family and few friends seemed to think it a phase she was going through, or a misunderstanding on her part what . . .
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March 02, 2009 01:30 AM EST --
Mona sits by the window in her bedroom looking down at her daddy digging his plot. His strong shoulders heave as he lifts his spade; his broad head rises to face the bright morning sun. Downstairs she . . .
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March 03, 2009 01:03 PM EST --
Father Joseph sat in the dark confessional in stunned silence. Either the young girl had told him a pack of lies or she was a budding Lucrezia Borgia. He fiddled with his thumbs; threw the sins she'd . . .
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December 04, 2009 07:13 AM EST --
Ivy Inchness stood by the door. She never thought she would welcome and be relieved at the death of another human being; it conflicted with her understanding of what she termed Humanistic ethics, . . .
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December 11, 2009 07:20 AM EST --
Sister Augustine could still hear Father Woodworth's homily in her ears as she walked steadily along the cloister towards the refectory after Mass. It had been better than his usual half-hour long . . .
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December 02, 2006 04:52 AM EST --
It is the year 1876 and you stand beside your sister Grace outside the stables, wondering why your father should have insisted the photographer capture you after your return from riding. You attempt a . . .
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August 15, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
In the year 1884 in an Irish convent school, Hermione treads carefully over the bare floorboards of the dormitory. Only the moon sheds light into the dark room as she moves towards the foot of your bed. . . .
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November 28, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
Far off the bell rang from the bell tower; Sister Francis paused her digging; held the spade in mid air as if waiting for the final toll. Sister Clare sat gazing down at the hole the other had dug for . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . .
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March 06, 2009 03:20 AM EST --
Mona and Lisa reach the edge of the woods on their way back from the pond. Hours spent sitting, lying, kissing, caressing and talking. Now standing on the edge peering along the path, the heavens open. . . .
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March 25, 2009 08:36 AM EDT --
Sister Joan stood by the window, looked out at the cloister. Empty. No one there. A few leaves flittered over the grass of the cloister garth. A few birds flew from the mulberry tree. The sun . . .
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November 22, 2009 03:17 PM EST --
Lilium Pomoser sat by the window.
The bright frosty morning made her feel depressed and hungry. Her stomach rumbled like an emptying sink, but she still sat and stared at the grey-whiteness outside . . .
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December 03, 2009 08:42 AM EST --
“My baby brother died on Easter Day,” said Sister Elizabeth, “his arms outstretched stiff in his cot like some miniature Christ. My mother found him and it broke her heart; she clutched . . .
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December 08, 2009 02:22 PM EST --
“I squeeze the rosary tight in the palm of my hand to sense the pain of Christ in my flesh, His blood mingles with mine. The beads are swollen with prayers; the fingered wood; the sweaty palms . . .
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December 28, 2006 02:41 PM EST --
This is a story I wrote in 2004. Those of you who love their Shakespeare will recognise elements of him here and there.
The bell rings from the cloister. Sister Ignatius opens . . .
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