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    Camp NaNoWriMo – a summer writer’s retreat

    Hey Germs!  I’m a huge fan of National Novel Writing Month – or NaNoWriMo.  I’ve participated the past four years and won in 2013.  I’m already thinking of what sort of novel I want to write for November 2014.  I’ve been aware of Camp NaNoWrimo for the past couple years as well.  Apparently I log in every year, because I…

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    The Nest by Curtis Smith

    The girl sat by her bedroom window. Morning light sifted through the sycamore. The goldfinch hopped along a limb and chattered its nervous song. The girl whistled back. For the past two weeks, the goldfinch had been weaving its nest in the azalea bush beneath the girl’s window. The bird scurried back and forth, acrobatic flashes of yellow and black,…

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    Like Water by Jen Knox

    There is no hand outstretched, no reassuring words when I fall. My body becomes liquid, like Bruce Lee said, only it’s not quite water. I close my eyes and am back in my room, practicing, knowing that next time the boys won’t knock me to the ground. Next time my hands will move so fast their eyes won’t know where…

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    Love by Murray Dunlap

    Ben and Heather, they sure have moved around. But always, always do they reconnect. Heather and Ben. Ben and Heather. The real story, the one I’ve been skirting the edges of, is that Ben and Heather are the sort of soul-mates who go on to the next life together. They are born, live and die, are reborn, and die again,…

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    Long Division by Bonnie ZoBell

    We could see Mr. Messick’s elephantitis though he wore a suit and tie every day to the sixth grade. Before lunch, wincing, he’d place the foot up on a chair and remove his sock and that enormous shoe. There we’d see it breathe, his bulbous leg, no indentation for his ankle but instead a bulge that spread into his distended…

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    Ab initio by Janet Dale

    Surrounded by darkness, the girl with hopeful eyes pressed ahead toward wavy lines shimmering in the narrow distance. Whirling and dancing, the lights reminded her of the silver blue stars and crescent moons that often filled her dreams. She continued to follow the brightness, and even though the girl was alone she was not afraid. Who will take care of…