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From the beginning of spring to the end of fall, Jonathan woke before the sun rose and worked his farm, rain or shine, six days a week. He stopped only to eat his lunch under an ancient oak tree. The tree, at the tallest point of his farm, provided an unobstructed view for miles. He …
Traffic was unusually heavy for the time of day on west 57th Street. My wife and I made our way slowly, chatting and people watching as we edged slowly towards the parking garage we always used next to the Ziegfeld Theatre. There was something big going on that night. A large white, clear paneled tent …
Approaching the fence warily, Alison wasn't quite sure what she'd find on the other side. In her fifty years of living in that house, she'd seen plenty of neighbors come and go, some of whom she'd loved, others she was happy to see the back of, and some she'd never gotten to know at all. …
The Storyteller 350 Challenge 1/2/21 The Card As she took a deep breath and looked deeply into my eyes, her crooked smile conveyed a sense of determination. The SD card in her hand was a weapon that could destroy my world as I knew it, and she had every intention of using it to her …
Tate Basildon 