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That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended. I don't know why mine never turn out like hers, or why my tears flow so freely when I prepare them - perhaps I am as sensitive to onions as Tita, my great-aunt, who will go on living as long as there is someone who cooks her recipes. Till we felt our eyes could meet again, without the tears.
And oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at home again! I have bad dreams but I never saw Mister Duck again.
Carl Neureuther Student Book Collection Essay Competition | Washington University in St. Louis
I play video games. I smoke a little dope. I got my thousand-yard stare. I carry a lot of scars. I like the way that sounds. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom. I ran. And Carlson said, 'Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin' them two guys? Soon the road was empty. All that remained of the German regiment was a little cloud of dust.
I am not always very attached to being alive
Hoping that this time it will remain a lullaby. That this time the wind will not hear. That this time - please just this once - it will leave without us. He twists his head from one side to the other. His eyes, she sees, are open. Then she feels a pressure on her hand and he speaks his first words for a week. No way has yet been invented to say goodbye to them. A stormy wind rattled the scrap-iron in the ruins, whistling and howling through the charred cavities of the windows.
Twilight came on. Snow fell from the darkening, leaden sky. It's Life carrying on.
It's the next breath we all take. It's the choice we make to get on with it.
A sudden breeze over the Tigris forms a tiny whirlwind. It floats through the balcony doors and makes the curtains dance. He has just been awarded the Cross of the Legion of Honor.
Issue #6, 1996
But see how fast the smoke rises--oh, even faster when we laugh, lifting our hopes, higher and higher. Dalloway anymore; there is no one now to call her that. Here she is with another hour before her.
Brown,' she says. The land is not to be sold.
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