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And, early each morning, it was his habit to step outside and pee on a wall, as blithely as you please. Everybody knew him, because his ritual was so unvarying that he served as a clock; the broken cadence of his footsteps and his cough were the first ...
March 30, 2015
Their jobs long gone, factory workers keep showing up
Every weekday they sit at the entrance to the now-silent inkjet cartridge remanufacturing plant, hoping someone will show up to buy the remaining gallons of ink or maybe some stray office furniture. The factory's former A sign on the wall wishes a ...
March 28, 2015
This Is an Alert
Just beyond the steeple, high up in the air, I saw what looked like one of the AlertBots sweeping across the sky, trumpeting the voice at us. I know that's The oven clock was blinking, needing to be reset. The wall behind the stove was splattered ...
March 23, 2015
Lincoln's Funeral Train
In the process, it not only defined the legacy of an American hero, it also established a new ritual of American citizenship: the shared moment of national tragedy, when a restless Republic's busy life falls silent. During the weeks after Lincoln's ...
March 16, 2015
Wallace: Grizzlies starting to regain their grit
But the most rewarding and revealing development was the relative silence in the locker room that followed. It was a far cry "We're a team that's always played well with our backs against the wall -- however it may be, pretty or ugly," Joerger said ...
March 25, 2015
Nightmare finish dooms UWGB men at Valparaiso
"But, like Coach (Brian Wardle) said, we had kind of hit a wall, especially offensively. "I remember a couple times where we got the ball and had like two seconds on the shot clock. We were weren't getting good shots." The Phoenix (24-8) led for almost ...
March 12, 2015
The pact: Anna Bligh on the key relationship of her life
If one of my brothers put too much salt on his meal, my father would detonate, leaping up from his chair and, in one swift move, smashing his plate against the wall and storming out of the house. We would be left silent in his wake, tears streaming ...
March 21, 2015
Getting the details right can be a tricky thing to do, as readers all have their own tastes regarding how much or how little description they want to see in a book. In The Cowboy’s Little Surprise, Cole returns to Cowboy Creek after years away and discovers the local hotel has been through a few changes. This is actually a more descriptive passage than I normally write, but I’m attempting to give the reader something to “see” through a contrast and to build tension into the ending of a scene: Using those “clues,” the reader should pick up from his... Not only does this give the reader a more complete picture of Cole, it ties both characters to the ranch setting. Barbara’s thrilled to share news about the debut of a brand-new series, The Hitching Post Hotel, about a matchmaking grandpa determined to see his three granddaughters wed. The series begins in April 2015 with The Cowboy’s Little Surprise , followed by A Rancher of Her Own in July and a third as-yet-untitled book in December. Returning home to New Mexico, Cole is determined to put his playboy reputation to rest. And seeing Tina again reignites all the feelings Cole ran from as a teen. I've basically stuck to LI books lately, but you can be sure I'll be looking for your name on any book from now on. I am a farmer, so farm or ranch.
If this premiere set the tone for the rest of the season, then count me all in. Aside from setting up a new journey and possible new foe for our gang, this episode was a beautiful meditation on the ephemeral space between life and death.
FMA -- Tell Me That We'll Always Be Together [2/2] Title: Tell Me That We'll Always Be Together. Pairing: Miles/Alfons, Roy/Al,. Summary: In which the best thing that has ever happened to Alfons goes horribly, horribly wrong. Author's Note: I FORGOT ABOUT THE POST SIZE LIMIT GDI LJ THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS. ( Here's Part I. XD). TELL ME THAT WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER. When the clock has progressed, in half-dreamed skips and jumps and stutters, to about the time he normally gets up, he drags his weary body from the bed and tries to square his shoulders. The best thing to do is just… keep going. Force it to be normal. That’s the whole fucking point , is that his life is important, that he’s important—that’s what he sacrificed it for. He tries to rouse his sluggish brain in the shower, but the hot water just seems to make it soggier—replacing the blood in his veins with coffee it is. Wouldn’t be the first time. He puts on his favorite pair of beige jeans—they are not khakis, no matter what Ed says. they are made of denim , and it makes all the difference in the world—and one of the more subdued sweater-vests, because he probably can’t take attracting any attention today. The gray one’s nice, anyway. it’s cozy, for one thing.