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Description:Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Ingrid HillPavilionA tent maker has just completed a job for the army, the construction of several officers' tents for field maneuvers. He is carrying brown canvas, a color just a little too rich, a little too beautiful, for the army. But dye lots are irregular. What can one do? Jennifer Anne MosesDuty FreeHe remembered a time when he was maybe eleven or twelve when he'd suddenly been seized by the conviction that he was going to die, and soon, too. Horatio PotterSummer HelpHiram wondered if these infestations and the twisting of weather were somehow connected to the newcomers, the sweeping in of unknown people filling the once wide-open spaces with the many things they owned--SUVs and four-door pickups, camper trailers, ATVs, motorbikes, horse trailers, trout boats, canoes--the entirety of leisure retail splendor. Christine SneedTwelve + TwelveSomeone in the alley three stories below my window was calling out to someone else, and what he was saying was not very nice. Maybe he did it because we were all stuck in an ugly, listless March, ice visible everywhere and clinging to our lawns like a dense gray scum. Matthew SalessesThe Grief MinistryPages of grief ministry research were spread out on the floor around me, near Sue Ellen's bed. I was asking God to help me be a better first responder. Noa JonesBrother RonHe was a steady man, meaty but refined, carrying his large frame with delicacy. Fish bones in pudding. Nam LeInterview by Jennifer Levasseur and Kevin RabalaisI don't want any of my stories to be a proof of me getting a place right. That's not what the stories are about. But neither do I want to give any well-meaning reader the opportunity to be jolted out of their suspension because I didn't get the place right. Judy TroyCactusOn the third night his symptoms returned; he stopped breathing, and Beverly resuscitated him, which she wouldn't have had she been able to see the remaining eight months of his life. But she hadn't been able to see. Randolph ThomasAccording to FoxfireThe hogs had been nosing the trough, expecting breakfast, when we walked up. My uncle was right behind my father, and the hogs seemed to sense the men were up to no good. Carmiel BanaskyDinner in Diaspora"We didn't light the candles." "We drank wine," Savi laughed. "We didn't say the prayers." "We'll do it next week, Ava. Don't worry." Pamela SuttonTamer of HorsesNothing in Philadelphia is the sidewalks; the doorjambs; the floors; the windows; the trim; the walls; the ceilings, which go a different way from the roofs; the chimneys; and the corkscrew staircases holding everything together. If you twirl up and down those stairs enough times for enough years you forget where you came from and can't recall where you're going. Charles McCarryInterview by Kevin RabalaisI suppose I'm old enough now to admit My fiction is in some ways an attempt to explain my life to myself. I'm not Christopher and Christopher is not me, but we did a lot of the same things.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Glimmer Train Stories, #76. To get started finding Glimmer Train Stories, #76, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Publisher: Glimmer Train Press, Inc.

Release: 2010

ISBN: 1595530258

Description: Literary short stories by established and emerging writers. Ingrid HillPavilionA tent maker has just completed a job for the army, the construction of several officers' tents for field maneuvers. He is carrying brown canvas, a color just a little too rich, a little too beautiful, for the army. But dye lots are irregular. What can one do? Jennifer Anne MosesDuty FreeHe remembered a time when he was maybe eleven or twelve when he'd suddenly been seized by the conviction that he was going to die, and soon, too. Horatio PotterSummer HelpHiram wondered if these infestations and the twisting of weather were somehow connected to the newcomers, the sweeping in of unknown people filling the once wide-open spaces with the many things they owned--SUVs and four-door pickups, camper trailers, ATVs, motorbikes, horse trailers, trout boats, canoes--the entirety of leisure retail splendor. Christine SneedTwelve + TwelveSomeone in the alley three stories below my window was calling out to someone else, and what he was saying was not very nice. Maybe he did it because we were all stuck in an ugly, listless March, ice visible everywhere and clinging to our lawns like a dense gray scum. Matthew SalessesThe Grief MinistryPages of grief ministry research were spread out on the floor around me, near Sue Ellen's bed. I was asking God to help me be a better first responder. Noa JonesBrother RonHe was a steady man, meaty but refined, carrying his large frame with delicacy. Fish bones in pudding. Nam LeInterview by Jennifer Levasseur and Kevin RabalaisI don't want any of my stories to be a proof of me getting a place right. That's not what the stories are about. But neither do I want to give any well-meaning reader the opportunity to be jolted out of their suspension because I didn't get the place right. Judy TroyCactusOn the third night his symptoms returned; he stopped breathing, and Beverly resuscitated him, which she wouldn't have had she been able to see the remaining eight months of his life. But she hadn't been able to see. Randolph ThomasAccording to FoxfireThe hogs had been nosing the trough, expecting breakfast, when we walked up. My uncle was right behind my father, and the hogs seemed to sense the men were up to no good. Carmiel BanaskyDinner in Diaspora"We didn't light the candles." "We drank wine," Savi laughed. "We didn't say the prayers." "We'll do it next week, Ava. Don't worry." Pamela SuttonTamer of HorsesNothing in Philadelphia is the sidewalks; the doorjambs; the floors; the windows; the trim; the walls; the ceilings, which go a different way from the roofs; the chimneys; and the corkscrew staircases holding everything together. If you twirl up and down those stairs enough times for enough years you forget where you came from and can't recall where you're going. Charles McCarryInterview by Kevin RabalaisI suppose I'm old enough now to admit My fiction is in some ways an attempt to explain my life to myself. I'm not Christopher and Christopher is not me, but we did a lot of the same things.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Glimmer Train Stories, #76. To get started finding Glimmer Train Stories, #76, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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