Prose
Elliott has hired Joyce to fill in for Sarah. He describes the secretarial position as temporary “you know til Sarah gets back on her feet.” Elliott hasn’t yet allowed himself to admit that Sarah won’t be coming back. Joyce is Elliott’s wife’s second cousin. She's fifty-seven.
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Misrepresentation of the Tea Party Movement
In today’s society the majority of our people have forgotten the idea behind what a Tea Party Movement was suppose to accomplish and what its true meaning was.
New Government rules and regulations along with new taxes and laws have fueled the past fires of freedom. Recently groups of people have remembered what it means to be a free American and those who have made that happen by repeating history’s greatest movement of all The Tea Party.
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The hesitant light of the early morning began to filter through Xundari’s peach bedroom curtains illuminating her slumbering face. She shifted and rolled over into me so that her face nuzzled my chest and my arms could wrap solidly about her. Her easy breaths warming me through I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her shoulders and taste her salty skin on my lips.
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Jack raced through the house swinging his axe at Alan Henson. His eyes glared like a panther hunting his prey. His granite face glimmered in a sheen of sweat.
“Stop you lying bastard. So I can teach you a few things
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All my life I have dreamt of having a daughter. She would be beautiful with bright rosy cheeks and a smile that would warm my day. I would be in my mid-20’s happily married with a college degree and a nice home in a good neighborhood: my American dream. My husband, an intelligent man, a hard worker; he would be loving and appreciative; raising our daughter would be a team effort, our team, Olympic class. My prayers and predictions however, were unusually wrong.
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