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Non-Fiction
J.R.R. Tolkien was an amazing writer and artist who wrote numerous books. Some of his works are: Unfinished Tales of Numerior and Middle-earth, Silmarillion, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and Farmer Giles of Ham. He liked to base his characters after himself and other people he knew. For instance, he once wrote, “ I am, in fact, a hobbit, in all but size. I like gardens, trees, and...
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Non-Fiction
Snap
By Sophie Huchet
Snap. That sound, it haunts my dreams and has me lying awake in my bed at night, again and again. Snap. The sound of bones crushing, ligaments splitting, vertebrae compacting. Thump. Crumpled body on the ground, life defeated. The images wreak havoc on my waking hours and desiccate my sleep. The colors. The reds of the blood, the white of bone as...
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Non-Fiction
4th January 1967
Standing in the cockpit of the boat as she's pushed back from the jetty, I can see them all looking at me. I catch the eye of Frank from the Daily Mail, he smiles guiltily at me. Christ that man's been giving me hell this time.
"Only doing my job, Don old boy." He pointed out to me last night as we played cards.
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Non-Fiction
David settled himself in the reclined chair and closed his eyes as he had been told.
The slow monotonous voice started.
"I want you to take five deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. With each breath out you are going to become more relaxed. Sinking into the chair."
"So, breathe in... and out,...
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Non-Fiction
The dry river bed is like a
map of her labia as my retinas rectify the stiffly waning moon. And we're tossing
cigarettes, lit into the belly beneath the bridge and I’m thinking about how her
news hit real close to home. The jesus juice defines our liver in swallows,
from beneath the lamplight and out across where the water once flowed. I'll
hork down in the reeds and shotgun the...
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Non-Fiction
March 26, 2008
A Late frost....
A couple of days, a couple of nights, a weekend passed and back to work has occurred. The early plants Wanda Marie has placed in pots on the front porch have made their trek in and out the front door with the rhythm of the sun and the ‘warmed up air'. Their blooms undamaged by the chill of...
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Non-Fiction
It stalks into town almost every night. It is impossible to see and you wouldn’t know it’s behind you until it has you in its hands and tears you in half with one bite. The beast stands about twelve feet tall and its sienna brown hair helps keep it camouflaged in the dark nights. It is a sneaky beast whose intelligence is that of primal man. No one knows what it is or where it came...
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Non-Fiction
How stupid do i feel right now? I saw the door was open, but i guess i should have knocked before i walked in. I can't beleive it. i mean, it was just a kiss on the cheak right? no harm done in that, right? we had held each other while walking to the station, talking comfortably amungst the moment that hung between us and our converstation continued while we were on...
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Non-Fiction
I love thunderstomrs. They remind me of childhood nights. During the storm I would sit on the front porch with my mom. Together we would listen to the rain and the tunder, watching for the flashes of lightning though the threes.
After the rain had mostly stopped my father would take us kids outside into the yard to collect the earthworms squirming out of...
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Non-Fiction
I was standing behind the counter at the customer service desk at Albertsons when she came in. Her hair is short and curly and always in a ponytail. Her clothes are plain and always a pastel color. She looks to be in her fifties with a stature around 5'4" with a rather large physique, but I wouldn't call her obese. She's a regular here, or at least now that she's allowed back in the...
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Non-Fiction
A MAJESTY IN FEATHERS
By
Sivadasan Channar
It was late in the summer of 1995. It had been a week since I saw the wild turkey family. Then, I saw the hen with her young chicks, all the seven of them, crossing my driveway. I was coming home in the afternoon. I stopped my car a little...
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Non-Fiction
when i was in my late 20's i saw a young lady .. maybe 17(her age) i asked her about herself (cuz i found her creepy)..she said, " am lost!"...so asked her again.."where do you lived? so, i'll take u home." she told me the address and her parents name...i drove her to her home (without thanking me...geeeezzzh)..i saw her entered the door's house.
the next day..i saw her...
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Non-Fiction
Saying Goodbye....March 13, 2008
As the sunshine settles this evening and this day seems soon to pass, I admit the heart is heavy. A whirlwind day it has been, as the last two have also seemed. Not to big to admit I have dried some tears this evening, I try to muster a cheery voice when the phone...
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Non-Fiction
The
sky was a terrible overcast that grew with alternating splotches of
clouds that had some light blue in them, but nevertheless it caused a
noticeable and rather obvious droll over the land and the roads. This
meant one thing: I would not get to see the Moon tonight. Ever since
I got my telescope a few years ago, I loved awaking to a cloudless
sky, knowing that beyond the blue abyss...
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Non-Fiction
This girl stayed by an early child’s carcus. Only til the birds arrived would she leave. The birds seemed to fly far from the site. A power forced them away. Her only remark at the time was,"shit". A power? A guess. More implausible a theory than most could theorize. At least when your mental frame has rejected god and supernatural ruling. Still it always...
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Non-Fiction
March 5, 2008
....13/13/13...TRIPLE THIRTEEN!
When the fresh aroma of Jonquils and Buttercups floated upon the smells of grass wet with dew in the early morning hours at dawn, it awakened a time clock on the old dirt road in backwoods Mississippi. Very soon after, I recall the Robins hopping aimlessly around...
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Non-Fiction
...The Silhouette of Sensuality
After traversing about a mile down the trail into the woods behind Grandpa's old home we had urged some of the cows out of the lane, watched a pair of turkey hens picking in the field, forged a creek in the four wheel drive and just knew this protected piece of woods was forgotten in time and not desired to be visited by those faint of...
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Non-Fiction
OPERATIONAL RISK MANEGMENT
By P.C. Atwell
Risk is a simple, yet complex, board game. In its basic structure, two to six players are competing through chance to achieve global domination. When one delves deeper into the board game, one finds many different tactics to use to one’s advantage physically on the board, psychologically in their...
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Non-Fiction
A Night with David
During a late afternoon in mid September, an old friend from his childhood days greeted him at the front door. It was none other than David C., his first true friend he made when he came to Canada. David C. lived just two doors away when they were close childhood buddies.
It was decided not with words, but with silent understanding that David C would spend the...
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Non-Fiction
SEPTEMBER 1971
It was now late September, and one afternoon in the mid-week, he decided to take a bicycle ride up to the mountain. During the ride up, he felt the warm sun penetrate his shoulder muscles. He was working up a good sweat peddling up the steep terrain and was breathing rapidly. At the top of the mountain, he surveyed the city and ocean views in the distance. He began to...
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