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A Story by Tim M
So we finally get there, and all John can say is that he’s sorry there’s such a long line. I bring up the fact that had we left when I was..
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A Story by Tim M
I was born in the wrong decade. These days you’ll often hear hip, loquacious philistines trying to pretend they were around when punk broke, or ..
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We plowed along the plainsland. We sank our hands in the earth,We sowed our hopes in small hollows, We coveted mighty seedlings, And we sweated oursel..
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A Story by Tim M
When I was a kid, the boys around the neighborhood would always get together in somebody’s backyard and play games. Tag, touch football, soccer..
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A Story by Tim M
An analysis of the essay by Lars Eighner, which can be found here: http://producer.csi.edu/cdraney/archive-courses/fall07/engl102/e-texts/eighner-dump..
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A Story by Tim M
An essay on homelessness.
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A Story by Tim M
They had to pull me out of class for it. It was the middle of the day, and we were listening as the teacher read from one of my favorite books, My Si..
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A Story by Tim M
Unrevised
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When still small, we fastened ourselves to daydreams Like hot air balloons And let fall the sandbags of doubt As we grew, the heat Unbridled Scorch..
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A Story by Tim M
First attempt in a long time at a first person narrative.
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