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I used to sing words to You Are My Sunshine. Both my mom and dad sang the song to me when I was a little girl. Read more

16 Jan 2012 ⋅ by ⋅ in Blog ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , ,
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Editors’ Choice: Week of Nov. 21 – Nov. 25, 2011

Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.” Read more

27 Nov 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Blog, Featured, Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , ,
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Editors’ Choice week of Oct. 30 – Nov. 5

Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.” Read more

06 Nov 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Blog, Featured, Writing ⋅ 1 Comment ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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How Bad Things Could Get

Lyle got in trouble again, so Mom had to go down to his school to speak with his teacher and principal and some sort of social worker. These events used to scare me, but they don’t so much anymore. Read more

04 Nov 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Featured, Writing ⋅ 1 Comment ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,
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Gallery

Edith polished the banister with the same wood cleaner she had been using for over 35 years. She had already swept and polished the stairs, already haven placed the stair rugs in their place on each step. Read more

24 Oct 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Featured, Writing ⋅ 1 Comment ⋅ Tags: , , , , , ,
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Small Miracles

There wouldn’t be anything for them. I saw this coming. Jim was gone all night again. Read more

20 Oct 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Featured, Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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Behind Closed Doors

I sat, huddled in the corner, shivering uncontrollably. The cold dank air had me chilled me to the core. I tried sitting on my heels to get my butt off the damp floor but my legs were falling asleep and the tingling was too much to handle any longer. Read more

15 Oct 2011 ⋅ by ⋅ in Featured, Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , ,
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One

This weekend will mark the one year anniversary since my
father passed away. So much of it all seems like it was a lifetime
ago. Was it really just a year ago?

So much has changed. Read more

26 Mar 2008 ⋅ by ⋅ in Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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Trespasses

When Emily gets home from practice after school, her father tells her,
“Your friend with the phone-sex-voice called.” She laughs, because it
is a ridiculous thing for a father and a high school teacher to say;
ridiculous, but not surprising. Since Emily was eleven, he has let her
read his Playboy, because the articles are “really good”; but Emily is
not allowed to go out with boys until she is sixteen — that wouldn’t
be appropriate. Read more

20 Mar 2008 ⋅ by ⋅ in Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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Centre Ice

Stomp. Stomp.
Clap.

Stomp. Stomp.
Clap.

4000ish people in unison.

Luke felt the concussion in his chest
as he stood at centre ice. Read more

07 Feb 2008 ⋅ by ⋅ in Writing ⋅ 0 Comments ⋅ Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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