Add to ORKGShe had been seriously ill. For a few days it made no difference that it was autumn, one of the most beautiful that she might know. She stayed in the front room on a cot with an abundance of cool pillows. The door remained open, for there was a kind of claustrophobia while she scarcely breathed; by lack of oxygen all other capacity for emotion was suspended, and with forced objectively she contemplated the ensuing question, Does cessation of breathing end all emotion
“Nature does not recognize it; she finds her own again under new forms without loss. Yet death is be...
Ms. Faßbender was indignant. A grease stain adorned her glasses, her slouch hat losing the battle ag...
As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and se...
The girl in the car drove slowly out of the city. She crossed train tracks with a leap of the heart,...
Nancy McIntire lay quite still in the great four-poster bed. Her tiny shrivelled frame was huddled b...
It\u27s three years now since the hyacinths were set along the gravel walk, and columbine mats in ta...
The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with ...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
I stood in the shadow of the eaves. The liquid plip of the slowly dripping water added to the drea...
Nikki Madures crafts a vivid description that transports the reader into the serenity of a snowy day
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
the house with the light burns all night. it seems to be empty: she never hears or sees anyone comin...
From the darkest hour of American history emerges a mesmerizing tale of tender love, a life interrup...
I have matured, and, at the proper time, the winnower will come for me. I will be ready. I have cast...
This novella illustrates the paradox between motive and appearance--the protagonist's inner life mer...
“Nature does not recognize it; she finds her own again under new forms without loss. Yet death is be...
Ms. Faßbender was indignant. A grease stain adorned her glasses, her slouch hat losing the battle ag...
As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and se...
The girl in the car drove slowly out of the city. She crossed train tracks with a leap of the heart,...
Nancy McIntire lay quite still in the great four-poster bed. Her tiny shrivelled frame was huddled b...
It\u27s three years now since the hyacinths were set along the gravel walk, and columbine mats in ta...
The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with ...
SHE FELT she must lift her head neatly and take a deep, noiseless breath and relax her eyes here for...
I stood in the shadow of the eaves. The liquid plip of the slowly dripping water added to the drea...
Nikki Madures crafts a vivid description that transports the reader into the serenity of a snowy day
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
the house with the light burns all night. it seems to be empty: she never hears or sees anyone comin...
From the darkest hour of American history emerges a mesmerizing tale of tender love, a life interrup...
I have matured, and, at the proper time, the winnower will come for me. I will be ready. I have cast...
This novella illustrates the paradox between motive and appearance--the protagonist's inner life mer...
“Nature does not recognize it; she finds her own again under new forms without loss. Yet death is be...
Ms. Faßbender was indignant. A grease stain adorned her glasses, her slouch hat losing the battle ag...
As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and se...