Stories tagged “November”
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It Was Left in the Tree
“Theo, you get down from there,” his wife called through the winter air. Theodore clung to the bare limbs, continuing his ascent. He cursed her under his breath, words he wouldn’t dare say aloud. The smell of cold wind across dormant ...
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An Apostrophe to Creative Block upon NaNoWriMo Efforts.
O ye fiendish devils! That I may be blocked for the better part of two weeks from updating my essay this year, and that ye dost compel me to undergo a midterm examination of all manners physic, yea, ‘tis enough—but then ye pull the wool ove...
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A Time To Be Born . . . A Time to Die
On November 1st she grabs her plastic hair bonnet. It is raining outside, but it is All Saints Day and she must make it to 6:30 morning mass. She shuffles across the bedroom floor and delicately grasps the rosary her son made in elementary school under...
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A Time For Every Purpose Under Heaven
I had just read the poem I wrote after dad died on November 11, 1998. It was Friday the 13th and the poem was wrenching. He died alone, in Atlanta, in a truckstop. He was 58 years old and the heart attack was massive. At 3:30 a.m. the phone rang. ̶...
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Billy's Rainbow
On her way home from the funeral, a melody popped into her head. She sang it aloud in the car. She hadn’t been able to turn on the radio since Billy died. It kept her company instead of the classic rock that she and Billy enjoyed and played. The ...
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Grey
The city was grey. Color cast aside by the changing of the season. Shadows lined the darkening boardwalks, quickly growing to devour the waning light. Rain coursed down the back of my neck. Wind buffeted sharply against my face. I made my way slowly to...
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Happy November
The top is down, and I’m rolling through the hills. Even the wind at sixty miles an hour can’t wipe the grin off my face. Realistically it’s a few degrees too cool for a convertable, but I don’t care. The girl to my right grins ...
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Blood November
October’s Jack ‘O Lantern is still on the front porch, along with bales of straw and some witches who don’t know that Halloween is as faded to gray as the November clouds spitting snow down onto the not yet frozen land. Windows glow w...
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The Life and Death of a Leaf.
Like soldiers they cling to the sturdy structure that has supported them for so long. The lucky have held on long enough to achieve their blood red finale. Others fell. Green, perhaps envious of those who naturally had more shelter and protection from ...
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Signs of the Seasons
Every year, the giant oak tree in Mr. Turnblatt’s yard changed with the seasons; bare bones in the snows of winter, growing green buds in the rains of spring, the full-grown fronds blowing in the summer breeze, and the violent reds in the autumn ...
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Horror in Struggle
Staggering, reeling, and fighting the urge to vomit once again as thin tendrils snaked their way to the back of his throat he lurched through the saplings. Rough bark accosted him as he bounced off the larger trees. Vines lashed and slashed his ankles,...