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Table with a ViewThe music had ended but the couple kept dancing slowly with one another. The girl smiled as the boy whispered something in her ear. They held each other close like that for several minutes after all the other dancers left the floor. Finally they made their way back to their table, her hand in his, their eyes never leaving the face of the other. They looked like they were floating back, buoyed by their love for each other. Watching them from my table, I could tell they were a new couple; the way his eyes never left hers, how they were constantly holding hands. I sighed deeply and plucked the napkin out of my lap. Pushing back my chair, I leftTable with a View
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The Darkness BeneathShe pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the steering wheel for a minute. She took a deep breath and opened the car door with a shaking hand. Getting out, she leaned against the side of the car and closed her eyes again. Closing the door, she winced as it slammed shut; sounding like it could have been heard a thousand miles away. She knew he would be waiting for her, standing there just inside the foyer of their house with that dark look on his face. She knew what he would do to her then, too. Steeling herself, she started walking up the gravel path to the front door, every step turningThe Darkness Beneath
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How I writeIdeas drip unsteadily down, like an uncertain raincloud. Slowly the pool of images and thoughts fills with one idea after another, each one making it easier for the next to squeeze through the eroding blocks in my mind. Uncertainty becomes a steady stream that gushes a torrent of written images and fluid ideas in a literary river across the surface of the page.How I write
Floating on the surface of the deepending tide are a floatsam of plot twists, narratives, chracter developments and surprise endings. The waters constantly churn under a storm of rewrites and spelling corrections but the calamity passes in the end and the page becomes tran
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Warblight blasted darkheart of night walking blinded and alone through treacherous, cankerous undergrowths white hot stars flash inches ahead bringing with them the rolling thunderWar
screams shrilly echo from all quarters comrades, friends and gentlemen all dying in the darkest hell of the greenest heart while fat cats sit far from terror counting out coins as the devil counts souls
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