In the darkness of the room, he could just make out the lump underneath the comforter, just about the right size for little Anne…moreYes.
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In the darkness of the room, he could just make out the lump underneath the comforter, just about the right size for little Anne's sleeping body. Though his heart screamed at him not to, he walked to the tiny twin bed and reached out toward the lump, expecting - HOPING - to feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his daughter's breathing.(less)
J.J. FalcoI've got the first draft of a political satire finished. I had to put myself in a kind of insane and erratic mindset to write it, so the scenes and pl…moreI've got the first draft of a political satire finished. I had to put myself in a kind of insane and erratic mindset to write it, so the scenes and plot points came at different times. Now I'm sifting through all the material and trying to put it in a somewhat coherent order, without losing the erratic and insane voice.
I'm also deep into a historical/fantasy novel set in the mid 1600's in Connecticut. It centers on witch trials. There is no shortage of stories regarding witch trials and I think that's due to there being so much to explore. Religion or lack of, bigotry, feminism, spirituality, fear of the unknown, fear of different cultures and ways of thinking. I'm excited about that one.(less)
Kwisi heard his father's words, but the story plays out in front of his eyes as if he is there.
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He did not know where he was. He could feel his arms and legs, but when looked down, he didn't see his body.
Minikwe-abe realized he was floating above a camp fire. Seated next to one another before the fire were John Mason and Uncas, dozens of Mohegan and white men stood around them. Uncas passed a
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