Tag: easel musings
member name: Alison Pearce
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July 07, 2008 06:58 PM EDT --
Most of you will know me as writer of somewhat dark and speculative works, the following piece is a real departure from that genre. Before you read I would like to give you some insight into my inspiration . . .
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July 20, 2008 05:29 PM EDT --
Whisper. Whisper.
The voices were growing stronger. He was beginning to pick out actual words from the constant stream of burbling voices. There were . . .
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June 17, 2008 07:59 PM EDT --
I took a drag of my cigar and blew the smoke from my mouth, gaining a surreptitious glance of my quarry in doing so.
Casual. That's the key in my line of work. Every move, every word must be . . .
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July 15, 2008 09:06 PM EDT --
The book slipped from Chantal's numb fingers onto the floor. She never knew that Simon had kept a journal; never knew many things about the man she loved, apparently.
Turning her face into her . . .
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July 29, 2008 11:37 PM EDT --
I don't know why there are some days that I am so full of energy and passion for life, and others where I can't force myself to get out of bed.
There is bird song outside of my bedroom window. . . .
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August 05, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
Every morning for the past year, Catherine had woken to find the little girl sitting at the bay window, looking down the garden path, as though she was waiting for someone.
Catherine had . . .
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August 12, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --
This is the third part of a story I have been developing with the help of my writing challenges. The first installment is called "Burial Grounds", the second, "Barracuda". I hope . . .
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September 10, 2008 01:05 AM EDT --
Draped across the lounge, Isabelle watched the warm colours of the setting sun - streaming in through the open window - dance across her bare arms. Her thoughts drifted far away, to a place in her life . . .
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June 09, 2008 09:18 PM EDT --
The drizzle became heavier as the steam engine rolled to a stop at the station. The wind dispersed the smoke away like wisps of cloud.
A whistle blew and the conductor jumped from the first carriage . . .
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August 21, 2008 12:24 AM EDT --
Lena glanced at herself in the mirror, looked away and then quickly glanced back again. She stared, unable to believe her eyes.
The young woman looking out of the mirror was tall and statuesque. . . .
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August 26, 2008 09:04 PM EDT --
All eyes turned to stare at her. Her father clutched her arm tightly, his gaze stern, as though he could read her thoughts. She wanted to run out of the church and keep running. Feeling . . .
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June 24, 2008 08:39 PM EDT --
Sandra woke to the song of the tide coming in, that unique mix of crashing symbols as the waves lapped at the shore and the gentle rolling drums of the water swelling and collapsing. . . .
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