Tag: story
member name: Terry Collett
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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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November 05, 2009 10:26 AM EST --
You remember the day you met that man called Jack as he came along and put his foot on the bench where you were sitting by the beach to tie his laces and he gave you the look and smiled and pushed . . .
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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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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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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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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 04, 2009 03:33 PM EST --
Mrs Logan looks across at her daughter Lisa at the sink. There is a certain stance of Lisa's that she knows signifies boredom.
- You've not said a word since we got back from mass. What's . . .
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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 07, 2009 03:54 AM EST --
Mona and Lisa disrobe; cast their sodden clothes in the old bathtub. The downpour from the woods to home had soaked them as drowned kittens. The pond and fond memories to keep and hold. The kiss and . . .
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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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August 01, 2009 03:42 PM EDT --
You hardly hear the door close behind you; it seems a distance off and you focus on the diminutive blanketed body close to your breast. You notice the pink blanket; take in all the fibre, . . .
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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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February 27, 2009 04:27 PM EST --
It was a hot summer's evening and Judd had come across and stood with you in the front porch giving you the talk like he liked to do when your husband was away and the kids were asleep and his wife . . .
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December 19, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
On a day in August 1916, fifteen-year-old Peppina Carroll stood by the stonewall staring into the large back garden. It was a warm day. Peppina felt the warmth of the early morning sun on her face. She . . .
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