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Monthly Archive for May, 2013

Memento Spirare

The apparitions staying at Caritas House never remembered who they were, where they came from, or how they arrived. At least, not at first — and after they did, they vanished. Many had been guests so long they denied having been anywhere else and locked themselves in their rooms. Those were the souls, Jane 808 […]

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You, at the End of the World

The only thing you can count on in life is that in the end, you’ll be alone. Even all those people who died in an instant, in the inferno under the planes, in the cloud of debris during that moment when gravity blinked – they were alone, were standing next to other people who were […]

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Days of Darkness

The unmoving sun illuminated my exposed body as it stung the top layer of my skin.  The intensity of the light prevented my eyes from opening, and I had to squeeze them shut to elude the burning sensation.  When I went to roll onto my stomach, my body remained motionless.  The grass that lay beneath […]

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To Matthew

You died on a Sunday. Divine Mercy Sunday. A day of divine forgiveness. It was a heavenly day, too. You know, one of those days where all you taste is sun and green and salvation. Everything is rising again. You can see the grass genuflecting to the sky on the hills where cows used to […]

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Just Breaking the Surface

Just Breaking the Surface Norma wiped the kitchen counters clean from the mess she had made cooking baked ziti for dinner. The big house was too silent for her with her son confined to his room for the night after the argument they had just had. The motel needed work and she couldn’t do it […]

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De Wolf

He stretched out beside me. Touched my face lightly and licked his lips. I groaned and pushed him away. Four o’clock in the morning is no time to wake me. I was in the best part of my dream. The prince I had been seeing for the past four nights was finally coming closer. I […]

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Permission

“He came back into camp again last night,” I said to Dr. Michel as we sat in the supply tent, counting the hypodermic needles and brushing the ants off our legs if they began a scurrying ascent.  The din of the songbirds in the canopy of treetops outside made it necessary that I raise my […]

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The Singing Bird

          A siren stares back at me through midnight water. Her sun darkened complexion is slashed with a bright blend of tangerine and crimson from the last slowly sinking rays of daylight. It filters through her pale blue eyes, giving them an iridescent glow, beckoning me to lean further over the flooded, wooden deck […]

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The Golden Hour

I push past the door—there’s no point in lingering to read the note she’s left me pinned there above a sprig of rosemary. I know what it says. I know that she doesn’t want to see me, that it’s too soon and she’s too fragile to handle the stress of it all. Still, I burst […]

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Revision: The Painting

I came to life with the first stroke of your paintbrush; it felt light and feathery over my forehead. When you created me all my senses except my vision awoke. I do not know by what magic I was brought to life, or how I knew this place was just a hovel in the great […]

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Paper Cranes

I grew up folding paper cranes. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer around the time I turned seven and she quickly picked up the art of origami. She had been hoping there was some truth to the Japanese myth about folding 1,000 paper cranes, where the person who folds them gets one of her […]

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Famine: Revised

He was handsome. It was a very subtle thing, yet his symmetrical features shyly peaked through the dingy and threadbare beard that clung to his face in wisps of what could only be described as chestnut strands. The hat didn’t aid his appearance. Its pale blue bill, the generic color they use on children’s blankets, […]

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The experience of tactile recreation was interesting but its deeper meaning was lost on me. It took me two readings to understand that the Wizard was the saboteur of the project. I felt lost while reading this story. I could not wrap my head around what the environment looked like and the placement of people; […]

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To Make Us Creepy.

It was Helen who also discovered what the new bathtub could do. It started as an accident. The beginning of “to make us whole” by Amber Sparks was a childhood dream come true, even when the Mother dashed the children’s plans of using the bathtub for their own personal gain. The imagery was completely mesmerizing […]

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This semester I’ve been learning not only how to write, but how to live. Sure, there have been a lot of great metaphors, similes, and stories that exemplify what I wish I could write. Millhauser has a way with endings, which are the most infuriating portion of any story I’ve ever attempted to write. Johnson […]

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The Wizard

Mimicry and invention. Splendor of the haptograph. Not just the replication of familiar tactile sensations, but capacity to explore new combinations–pressures, touches, never experienced before. Adventures of feeling. Who can say what new sensations will be awakened, what unknown desires? Unexplored realms of the tangible. The frontiers of touch (231).  Millhauser’s story “The Wizard of […]

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I’ve been sorry to keep coming to the ends of this semester’s story collections, especially Dangerous Laughter. Many of Steven Millhauser’s stories deal with the idea of art and the imagination as abstractions by materializing them in various ways, such as a mysterious girl disguised in shadow. The sections of the book titled “Impossible Architectures” […]

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