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by kirbysman 1600 words, 6 comments, on Aug 10 8:31 PM 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Romance, Young adult
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Jason’s bravado was momentarily shattered by the wind and the sudden darkness . . . but only momentarily. The wind had been strange, not really a wind at all but rather a
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And, as he gazed at those two glowing circles, something seemed to change – something inside him. Maybe it was just his maleness coming out, or his concern for Mary Ellen
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Now Jason was frozen too, unable to move or even speak as he was transfixed by the picture – the picture of Mary Ellen. And, as he looked, she began to tremble again, gen
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The air was heavy and the cobwebs thick as they started down the stairway. The steps themselves were wooden but the walls were stone. The air was heavy with moistur
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His trembling was matched by hers as they clung together, each seeking comfort from someone who had none to give, yet gaining a measure of it just by being there together.
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Jason moved cautiously from room to room, the faint glow from the moon doing little to really light his way. He felt his way along walls, looking, but not sure what he wa
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Jason stepped inside and Mary Ellen closed the door behind him. The first thing that struck him was how dark it was in here. He felt Mary Ellen’s hand on his back,
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Mary Ellen ran out the door, down the walk and stopped at the door to Jason’s car. She peered through the window, smiling.
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But, of course, the quick little kiss on the forehead did raise some questions in Jason’s head, questions that had been only the vaguest of thoughts deep within his mind just a
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Jason showered quickly, puzzled by what had just happened. Why had Mary Ellen taken this sudden interest in him? Not that he was complaining. She was the most
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“Forty-fifteen,” said the impersonalized voice from the tall chair.
Jason scooped the bright yellow ball against his foot with the racket, then flipped it into the air follo -
She stared into those eyes, gray against blue, the battle for her and the quest for him. Her battle within, his quest without, seeking all he could find. He could s
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The ride back into town was a repeat of the ride out, only more terrifying for him since it was dark. She obviously knew what she was doing and where she was going – at l
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Still feeling the touch of his lips on her hand, she pressed herself back against the porch wall and smiled. Who was this guy that could kiss her hand and make her like i
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“Well, there are a couple choices. We can run somewhere and get something to eat, we can drive somewhere or, a third choice is we each go home, get cleaned up and have a
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She stood there, transfixed, still in that defiant hands-on-hips posture as the tall figure ran straight away from her until, at last, she could no longer see him in the gloom
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In the quiet solitude of her living room, she stared at the small phone, willing it to ring.
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Each time I see this picture I feel proud and happy. Proud of the lady standing there in front of it and happy for the story that’s behind it. That’s my wife Kathy
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Mother is 95 now, almost 96, and she still thinks of me as “her little boy.” Lately, when we’re together, she shares stories from the time when she was growing up simply becau
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