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| | | | | Ink, and Breath, and Spring by Frances Rowat The wheelbarrow thumped a jolt into Palwick's arms with every third step as he led Mattish back to where he'd found the corpse, out in the northern reaches of the garden. The trees waved dimly at them under the grey sky, and the thin morning light crept [...] | |
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| | | | | An original memoir written in CW 352: Creative Nonfiction Workshop with Prof. Elizabeth Geoghegan - Summer 2010 "My Life in Color(s)" WHITE I can close my eyes and see every moment like I am still there, suspended in time, the bright glare of the sun forcing me to furrow my brow as I hop... | |
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| | | | | Clarkesworld Science Fiction and Fantasy Magazine: The Cold Calculations by Aimee Ogden | |
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| | | It was 1982. Brezhnev died. Ready also died, after eating rat poison. Olya started her senior year at the Institute and bought herself a violin made by the German master Schneider for 1,600 rubles, telling her poor parents that a girlfriend who'd dropped out of school and married a Georgian had given it to her. She continued to meet Burmistrov at the same apartment. She was so used to Horse Soup's screaming that she no longer paid any attention to it, focusing only on the food in front of her. | ||
