Tag: story
member name: Terry Collett
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March 24, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
Kitty Shrimpcell sat stuffing chocolates into her mouth; stared out at the window with the sound of Leonard Cohen playing from the record player in the corner. She watched Mrs Gentry leave to go to the . . .
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January 15, 2008 12:53 PM EST --
Emily Gight was in love; she knew she was and wanted everyone else to know as well, but her family and few friends seemed to think it a phase she was going through, or a misunderstanding on her part what . . .
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February 22, 2007 05:02 AM EST --
(This story is linked to the other stories in the series. Matins 1907 etc.)
Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking passed . . .
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April 25, 2007 02:21 AM EDT --
“I love the birds and the song of birds,” said Sister Blaise. “I hear the voice of my bridegroom when they sing; in the flapping of their wings; when they peck at my hands I feel his presence. The cloister . . .
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June 16, 2008 12:31 PM EDT --
Polly carried the tray to the foot of the stairs. She looked up at the flight of carpeted stairs and sighed. I've been up and down these damned stairs at their beck and call since I started this . . .
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August 15, 2007 02:24 AM EDT --
In the year 1884 in an Irish convent school, Hermione treads carefully over the bare floorboards of the dormitory. Only the moon sheds light into the dark room as she moves towards the foot of your bed. . . .
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June 07, 2008 04:53 AM EDT --
Mona sits by the window of the school bus peering out through the mist at the school looking for Lisa. She muses on the kiss in the gym changing room that morning; two more lately on the misted-covered . . .
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December 28, 2006 02:41 PM EST --
This is a story I wrote in 2004. Those of you who love their Shakespeare will recognise elements of him here and there.
The bell rings from the cloister. Sister Ignatius opens . . .
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August 27, 2007 05:54 AM EDT --
(This is a story of a girl who has lost her mental ability to separate reality from fiction. The reader experiences everything through the girl's eyes and through her mind. Those who love . . .
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November 09, 2007 03:06 AM EST --
You sit in the small chapel. You are alone. The other four nuns are busy at their various tasks until the office of Sext. Your mind is perplexed and you find it difficult to focus on even the most simplest . . .
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November 25, 2007 10:54 AM EST --
Prudence sat on the ledge by the window and peered out at the garden. Her small left hand pressed gently against the glass pane; her right held an apple which Gigeon the cook had given her, to get her . . .
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November 28, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
Far off the bell rang from the bell tower; Sister Francis paused her digging; held the spade in mid air as if waiting for the final toll. Sister Clare sat gazing down at the hole the other had dug for . . .
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December 27, 2007 03:29 PM EST --
You know she's beside you dressed in black as she always is like some perpetual mourner. The silence that surrounds her is like a dark blanket that almost suffocates you with its heaviness. She pushes . . .
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February 01, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
You walk along the beach with the sand between and beneath your naked toes, the sun touching your skin, the slight breeze feeling your hair. You stop and stare at the sea, the sound of the waves on the . . .
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February 27, 2008 03:17 PM EST --
When the bell from the cloister clock chimed, Sister Bede rose from her bed, picked up her towel, soap and flannel and walked on tiptoe along the dark passage to the showers at the other side of . . .
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April 23, 2008 09:25 AM EDT --
"My art is my god," said George. "My easel is my altar, my brushes and oils the body and blood of my soul. Turpentine is in my skin and cloth; it seeps into my very heart. I frequent the . . .
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July 06, 2007 01:57 AM EDT --
The bell from the cloister rang. Echoed around and settled upon nun in bed cosy in blanket against morning's cold and frost. Stirred. Head raised. Eyes peered into the dawn's light, sighed, . . .
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July 07, 2007 06:43 AM EDT --
Judith stares out at the grim morning with its grey skies and dampness clinging to the windowpane. There is something about the day she knows is going to be unpleasant; she can sense it in her urine. She . . .
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June 07, 2008 01:29 PM EDT --
Mona sits by the window in her bedroom looking down at her daddy digging his plot. His strong shoulders heave as he lifts his spade; his broad head rises to face the bright morning sun. Downstairs she . . .
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June 14, 2008 04:26 AM EDT --
The tea is over; the farewells said. Mona and Lisa walk from the house along the narrow road to the crossroads. There is a scent of lavender in the air or is it the dress? Lisa muses, glancing back towards . . .
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