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She placed the ladle across the kettle, like a rickety bridge over a brewing chasm.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 01.03.2013 @ 12:16 pm
On the fir branch, in broad daylight, stood the snow white owl. Carson handed the binoculars to Mr Finch who had demanded to know whether it was a male or female. “See for yourself.”
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 01.01.2013 @ 4:18 am
They were probably from the same background as the officers; farmboys, far away from the fields and hearth where they had grown up, now thrown into ‘the real world’, which was what Sergeant Compton called the sandy lawn outside the barracks.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 12.29.2012 @ 1:16 pm
The had got rid of the old theatre, Manny’s books, and the drugstore, so that the street could be widened into its present state.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 10.29.2012 @ 6:34 am
The mast lay broken on the beach, little crabs inspecting it sideways. The girl was draped in white.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 10.24.2012 @ 3:10 pm
A drizzle of snow magic; crystal, reaction, solution.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 10.23.2012 @ 3:18 pm
This was a person for whom she shouldn’t be responsible. The blues were nothing like her pieces of hazel; the big batch of tow on the little bugger’s head was a gift from someone else, some other woman still revered and dreamed of.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 10.21.2012 @ 3:50 am
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He was not certain. It was something else. A sense of his eyes darting around, never settling within hers. Always elsewhere.
» Posted By Ichabod123 On 11.10.2011 @ 2:11 pm