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| Forum topic | LONERGAN'S WAKE by JXMARTIN | Chris Whitley | 1 | 18 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | Buffalo's Southern Island by jxmartin | neilmc | 3 | 18 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | News I must have missed by neilmc | sky | 2 | 18 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | The "Fifties" In America by Mr.Martin | monte | 8 | 18 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | ADVENTURES IN A DIFFICULT WORLD (this is chapter 2 below is chapter1)feedback needed | Chris Whitley | 4 | 18 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | Would someone mind giving me constructive critism? | lwebster | 3 | 18 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | A Light in the Closet by jxmartin | sky | 2 | 18 years 7 months ago |
| Forum topic | The Tiger Gun.by yxmatin. | QueenElf | 3 | 18 years 8 months ago |
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Buffalo's Southern Island
Buffalo's Southern Island It is a place that exists more in the minds of those who live there, than anywhere else. You won't ever see the designation for it on any map reference. But, you will hear
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The "Fifties" In America
THE "FIFTIES" IN AMERICA The coal truck backed gingerly into the narrow city driveway. It had a clearance of only a few inches on either side. The coal chute was lowered through the open basement window, so that it came to rest inside of the wooden coal bin. With a roar of rock on metal, and a cloud of black dust, the monthly fuel for the furnace was delivered. The chute was retracted and the coal truck pulled carefully out into the dead end street. Scatterings of small children dodged in and out of the alley, curious at anything out of the ordinary.
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My Father's Boots
MY FATHER'S BOOTS I saw them standing there in the corner, a pair of rubber fireman's boots. The top cuff on each boot was rolled down, revealing the brown canvass lining inside. The rest of the boots were made of shiny black rubber, with twin yellow lines circling the calf area and a yellow stripe where the hard rubber sole met the upper shoe of the boot. They were a little dusty and looked sort of forlorn sitting there in the corner of my mother's basement, at 24 Ramona Ave., in Buffalo, N.Y..
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The Others
The Others Have you ever walked beneath the high & leafy canopy of a deep Forest? Everywhere, at the corner of your vision, you can sense movement. The unnatural quiet works upon the imagination and conjures up images from the surreal. You always think that you have just missed seeing something. It is from these "almost sightings that the legend of the "Others was born.
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Food for Thought and Memory
Food for thought and memory Whenever I think about the mouth watering aroma of some special meal, cooking in the oven, I have to wonder at all of the meals I have consumed and appreciated in the past. At 57 years of age, I must have eaten enough food, over the years, to provision the Chinese Army during a month's maneuvers.
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