by Toya BryantNovember 25, 2009
Sharon stared at the blank page. What would she write? Her mind was as blank as the piece of paper before her. She gazed out the window. The sunlight taunted her by shining like a spotlight on the place where she held her pen. Her lack of thought was interrupted by the sound of chains [...]
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by Toya BryantOctober 7, 2009
Marcus Everett fidgeted with his tie as he stood before the mirror. “Loop it right, under, then over, ah! I can never get this right,” he said to himself. He struggled to remember how his father taught him to tie it. After several tries he was finally successful. He eyed his reflection.
“Not bad,” he said [...]
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