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Title:	Remembering the Future e-book!
Author:	Dee Horne
Dated:	Wednesday, September 01 2010 @ 09:59 PM EDT
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I am pleased to announce that Mark Shegelski's Remembering the Future is now available as an e-book. You can get your copy here: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=node%3D1286228011&field-keywords=Mark+Shegelski&x=18&y=12

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Morrison's Depot

Author:	Liz Albl
Dated:	Friday, July 16 2010 @ 04:34 PM EDT
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Emily's eyes widened and her body straightened. “Yes of course!” she whispered. Finnegan groaned and rolled over. Emily silently slipped out of bed and down the hall toward her pile of books on the depot. She turned on a soft lamp and began to read.

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"Gravity"

Author:	Mathew Ignace Johnston
Dated:	Thursday, June 10 2010 @ 07:20 AM EDT
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Part One

A lone car cruised silently along a stretch of highway where decadent forest bowed under the weight of limb and tangle. The black asphalt, doused with a fresh coat of mid-October rain, made the shade and shadows all the more ubiquitous. Even the headlight beams pushing out from the ’73 Monte Carlo dropped dead right in front of them. Darwin kept it steady at ninety-five knowing that if he did happen to stray from his lane then the rumble-strips, forever assisting those without any linear sensibilities, would put him back on the straight and narrow, no questions asked. On the radio, Sonny and Terry’s “Train to Jordan” drifted over top the hissing of a partially open window while Darwin, pulling a shot from a bottle of Old Navy’s finest, his hand trembling slightly, replayed the scenario over and over again in his head - spin, click, spin click. A small trickle of blood careened over his lower lip. He bit harder. The last four hours had felt like an eternity- “People get ready, there’s a train a comin’.”

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Ecrivez ma soeur

Author:	Deborah Poff
Dated:	Tuesday, May 11 2010 @ 07:00 AM EDT
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Kate had been at the cottage for four weeks. There had been so much to do. First, she cleaned everything. After being closed up for many years, the cottage had layers of dust. There were also mouse droppings.

The cottage had become a mouse haven over the winters. That was unsanitary and potentially unhealthy. She had to disinfect everything. Then there was the garden. It had to be weeded. It was filled mostly with perennials, but some had not made it through the various winters. So, she weeded and tended, extracted and planted. She also decided that she needed to replace some of the furniture. Some of it had been nibbled by mice and some of it smelled of mold and mildew. She didn’t want to replace it with just anything. She wanted furniture that fit with the ambience of the cottage and was consistent with its style and past. This meant making a couple of trips back to the mainland. The expenditure was not insignificant. She scoured the country-side looking for antiques which she supplemented with well made reproductions in the William Morris style. All such acquisitions were duly conveyed across the water by boat. The place was starting to look good.

Kate loved birds. She had made a couple of very respectable bird houses with her own two hands and also made totally with materials on the land. She climbed up two of the trees on her property and lovingly hung them. She was pleased that both were now inhabited. She also planted red begonias in planters on the porch and hung humming bird feeders in front of the cottage. She was duly rewarded by the visit of the emerald hummingbirds, local but particularly selective and discriminating visitors.

Kate had come to the cottage to write.

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With Cedar

Author:	anne conroy mikkelsen
Dated:	Friday, April 23 2010 @ 05:00 PM EDT
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Mary’s husband ordered her in the mail and years later, she was still getting ordered around.

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Magistrate's Games: Fanga Stone - p1 the exploding pot

Author:	Lynda Williams
Dated:	Thursday, April 22 2010 @ 07:00 AM EDT
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Chapter 1: The Green Woman

A man stood over a vile smelling pot on a stone-ringed fire, his work overlooked by the shadows of large, trembling leaves. The concoction he was staring into spat and bubbled which was causing him concern. He took a pinch of powder from a pocket of his worn but stylish jacket and dribbled it into the dirty yellow mixture with an air of hopeful expectation on his young and inquisitive features. When nothing appeared to be happening he turned half his attention to the open book set up on a pile of rocks beside him, which was precisely when something did happen. Very suddenly.

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It was a misty dawn

Author:	Deborah Poff
Dated:	Saturday, February 13 2010 @ 06:00 PM EST
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Eleanor closed the last exam booklet for her introductory philosophy class and recorded the grade of 52 percent. Academically, she knew that this was a travesty. This student had failed. But, in the larger scheme of things and with the purpose of education in mind, Eleanor believed that she was doing the right thing. She looked at the student’s name on the front of her exam book – “Misti-Dawn Moon.”

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