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    Bedridden with Sam Adams
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    005. Black; Bedridden with Samuel Adams 1770. Excerpt from Bound for Glory: Men are not allowed to display so openly a single tear. But this is my house and I ...

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    Fishr - Sat Mar 29, 2008 11:42 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Cal's Contest: TIOBS
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    TIME AND PLACE: 1890s London 006. Blind ‘You don’t… look blind.’ ‘Half-blind,’ I snapped. ‘What’s a half-blind s’posed to look like, anyway? Hobb


    Twit - Sat Mar 29, 2008 8:55 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Broken Bones
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    [079. Storm] Broken Bones October, 1804 Close-hauled with triple-reefed topsails, beating into a strong wind, Pegasus cut a desolate shape on the rising foamy waves of the Atlantic. The dark ...


    Firestarter - Sat Mar 29, 2008 3:10 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Hymns for a Dead Sister: Little Boy Lolita
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    For Tillychan, and her sandwich. [050, Lipstick] When he was small, Adelais' mother had read to him a book about a boy named Leopold, who had blonde hair and freckles ...


    Sam - Sat Mar 29, 2008 8:31 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Hymns for a Dead Sister: Something Like Family
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    [032, Friends] Liberty sat on the edge of his bed and looked up at him, nervously. "I like to read before I go to bed," she said, her voice small. ...


    Sam - Sat Mar 29, 2008 8:00 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Bits & Pieces: Frank
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    This is my entry, or half of it, for Cal's contest. It's short narratives on my secondary characters in The Party Killers, so if it makes no sense at all, ...


    Emerson - Sat Mar 29, 2008 4:49 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Fireworks for the War (Edited)
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    I’ve grown used to the sound of the bombs. Each one echoes in my mind with a constant thrumming. I scratch my chest, and the mud caked on my skin ...


    KJ - Fri Mar 28, 2008 4:05 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    British Love, Boston Affection
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    Caress, Pants; British Love, Boston Affection July, 1749. “Are you blushing, Welcome?” Martha asked, than tapped her husband’s nose playfully with a finger. “What if I am?” he asked and ...

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    Fishr - Thu Mar 27, 2008 11:41 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Sweet Sixteen
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    I don't know if this should go in the historical fiction or in fantasy fiction.... if you could mention that in the crit's that would be great! thanks! and enjoy. ...


    ringettegirl - Thu Mar 27, 2008 11:17 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Lancing
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    007. Blood; Lancing March, 1764. Messrs. Joseph Warren, the foremost physician of the Adams’ Family, and Samuel Adams himself are fixated on Samuel, the son, and Hannah who awaited the ...

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    Fishr - Thu Mar 27, 2008 1:24 am

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    Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Anne 2. Ezra Aim The Beginning I. Home, Son Ezra came home from the war smelling of smelter and soot, clutching his sister’s doll to his chest ...


    Caligula's Launderette - Wed Mar 26, 2008 11:48 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    A Drunk Paul Revere
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    025. Drink; A Drunk Paul Revere 1768. It was my third glass of ale and I gulped it feverously, every drop. I would have asked the tavern keeper of the ...

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    Fishr - Wed Mar 26, 2008 1:44 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Our Sacrifices, Will They Be In Vain?
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    013. Cemetery; Our Sacrifices, Will They Be In Vain? 1773. Sitting side by side, Sam and I leaned against Judge Sewell’s tomb in the Granary Burial Grounds. It had to ...

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    Fishr - Wed Mar 26, 2008 12:40 am

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    This Is The Day...
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    Dublin, Easter Monday, 1916 We sat with our rifles over our shoulders against the wall, Da and I. The sun was rising. Da pulled his cap off and stared up ...


    StellaThomas - Sat Mar 22, 2008 5:55 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction
    Co-operate and Live, or Disobay and Die
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    “Co-operate and live, or disobey and die” I was innocent. I had done absolutely nothing wrong. I was born in Vienna in 1924, in the urban-decaying wasteland of Eastern Austria. ...


    Crispy - Sun Mar 16, 2008 4:07 pm


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