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member name: Stephen Schneider
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April 27, 2006 11:23 AM EDT --
I want a new life.
I read an article here on gather by Lynda G. entitled "I miss the human touch". /viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976747013
This article moved me. I too miss the human touch. . . .
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June 12, 2006 08:43 AM EDT --
Allen stood, staring at the hole. His breathing forming crystalline clouds in the frigid air. Is that all that's left after ten years, he thought.
The ten years was coming to an end that day. He knew . . .
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June 24, 2006 09:28 AM EDT --
My love lies in love lies.
The heart buried in worlds of deceit.
Conceited lies, secreted lies.
Lies of intent, defeated lies.
Cosmetic lies, lies that cover the soul.
Lies that speak . . .
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June 05, 2006 11:45 AM EDT --
Allen Lowell had been looking forward to this night for a long time. His first Halloween with a friend who had a car. Two wild teens on a mission.
He had often heard stories told by his family of mischievous . . .
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February 13, 2006 08:07 AM EST --
It was the beeping that awakened him. He always hated beeping. Why did they make alarm clocks that beeped? It always got him off to a rotten start to the day.
Wait! He didn't have an alarm clock. . . .
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February 20, 2006 10:37 AM EST --
The sun rises on my island of clay. Stretching arms of light to tickle the morning clouds. Though the air I breathe is cold and stings my nostrils, it is waiting and willing for the warmth of the sun. . . .
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May 08, 2006 01:27 PM EDT --
So much of my life plays in my mind like a desert highway at night. Bathed in a desolate moon which illuminates the sagebrush and broken cactus along the road but nothing more. Dark monoliths loom just . . .
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March 25, 2006 02:13 PM EST --
My sleep patterns are sometimes rather strange. Having no need or desire to conform to any schedule, sleep comes when it decides. Yesterday, it came in the late afternoon.
I awoke at 11 p.m. after what . . .
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April 22, 2006 11:29 AM EDT --
With my brother being roughly twelve years older than me, I have few memories of him as a sibling in the home. He was out and about and then moved out by the time I was aware of my surroundings and building . . .
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February 06, 2006 11:26 AM EST --
In the show-biz world of stage magicians in the sixties, little brothers don't exist. They are merely "assistants" without the sexy costume and great legs. Although my legs aren't that . . .
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February 27, 2006 11:28 AM EST --
"It is my tepid judgment that this novel is written in such a simplistic style, it could have been written by a high school freshman."
Allen put down the letter. He didn't need to read anymore. . . .
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