Tag: stories
group name: cr8nonfiction
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August 14, 2006 05:05 PM EDT --
I shared my childhood experience, knowing she would ignore me the same as I had shunned those who tried to warn me. Glasses and braces . . . more
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June 15, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
Winston Reina calls himself a man without a language. That's really ironic from a man who speaks five languages, but that's Winston . . . more
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May 13, 2006 08:17 PM EDT --
For the first time in my life, I couldn't force a smile. I had been through most of it before, just never so many things at once. . . . more
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August 11, 2006 08:54 PM EDT --
I went for a walk with my mother yesterday. I walked out the back door with the confused imposter who had been living in her body the . . . more
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November 19, 2006 05:21 PM EST --
Of all the hundreds of variations in Biblical content, there is one glaring mistranslation that has had the most profound effect on the most people over the longest period of time. . . . more
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May 28, 2006 10:23 PM EDT --
Some of my most cherished childhood memories center around visits to my grandmother Florence's house in Glendale, California. A modest adobe-style dwelling built in the 1920's, . . . more
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August 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
My mom was a very fastidious person when it came to logging the first few years of her children’s lives. I have a very comprehensive . . . more
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August 24, 2006 03:01 AM EDT --
I knew you before I met you. I fell in love with you when your name first graced my lips. I dreamed about you. I longed for your . . . more
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October 24, 2006 10:59 PM EDT --
"Finally, my greatness is recognized," thought The Count as he was lifted out of his steel cage.
He sized up the man and woman who were cooing at him from a distance.
"A bit juvenile," . . . more
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November 28, 2007 11:56 AM EST --
During the late 1970s I lived with my wife, Jeanne, and three kids in Marsa-el-Brega, Libya, about halfway between Tripoli and Benghasi. It was a large fenced enclave, about five miles across, . . . more
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December 14, 2006 11:50 PM EST --
We're reopening our store after being mostly closed, except by appointment, for almost two years. My grandfather was sick and needed someone with him 24 hours per day, and nobody can be everywhere . . . more
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March 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
Between March, 1983 and June, 1984 I lived with my family in Bontang on the east coast of Borneo six miles north of the equator, where I worked at the large LNG (Liquefied . . . more
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October 19, 2006 08:33 PM EDT --
"Can we go play now?"
More questions would come later. But at the time, this was the most pressing to my ten-year-old self.
It was a snowy Sunday night in January. We'd just come home from . . . more
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May 15, 2006 07:19 PM EDT --
1. What time is it?
1:35 PM, Saturday, May 13, 2006
2. Name:
Yvonne Christian
3. Nickname?
Officially, I don't have one, but my mother sometimes calls me "Vonnie." . . . more
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June 03, 2007 04:03 AM EDT --
Once upon a time there was a young girl who walked to school everyday. Each time going and coming she passed a business owned by and named after a family. The girl laughed each time she passed. She thought . . . more
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August 22, 2007 10:50 PM EDT --
When I was eight years old my mom was delusional enough to think that she would become a soccer mom. She had a full time job delivering babies, which . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:18 AM EST --
I grew up in rural Alabama in the 1950s among a huge extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins. My father had ten brothers and sisters; my mother had five. During the long, hot summers, I loved to . . . more
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September 20, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
I know that you remember. You can still feel the first warm rush of anticipation and ultimate satisfaction of that first encounter, the first time you met your love match. Any artist, worth the name, can . . . more
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April 26, 2006 12:06 PM EDT --
The Very Cool Mr. Rath - James Fox -
Oh, but David Rath was cool. Much too cool to be teaching English at my high school during the late sixties. But there he was that Monday morning, . . . more
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November 10, 2006 12:06 AM EST --
This true account is inspired by Joe T. who writes one helluva ghost story. (Thanks Joe!)
Tucked away in the frigid winter mountains was the regal 100 year old Crescent Hotel. I was on a media . . . more
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