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Six Sentence Sunday, 14 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)

Her parents were definitely old-school, what with naming their children after angels and Greek gods, and so were their old school-friends the Jacksons: really, Raphael Perseus and Artemis Anael. A. A. Brown. Way too many A’s, she thought, and that … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 7 October 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

No one was quite so enthusiastic about that sort of sin as the sinners themselves, grown weary; in one breath they’d be talking about how drunk they got in college and what pranks they’d gotten up to (generally involving property … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 30 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

At the drop-in center, Erika beamed at Max across the table, as he applied himself without complaint to the practice trigonometry exam that they had drawn up together during study hall.  He couldn’t draw the triangles without thinking about the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 23 September 2012 (Leonie Hallward and the Secession of Greenwich Village)

“One infuses a bit of oneself in a good portrait.”  Even if it were only the black kitten Merveille, in a beam of sunlight, and his shadow, quick India-ink shifting across the sunlit floor. Basil smiled, and I watched the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 16 September 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The night turned the floor-to-ceiling window into a mirror, but there was a shadow, or a shape, glimmering in it, more or less man-sized and –shaped, but not entirely distinct.  Max blinked, and it was gone. He couldn’t tell if … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 26 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

“There’s something about that place that makes them nervous,” he said, and Erika frowned. “They got a deal. Anton usually likes to talk about his deals, but not this time.”  Erika smirked. “Maybe there’s a body in the basement.” Her … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 19 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

How Erika got from the yellow pad with its grubby pencil lines to the utmost stars and an ancient ship drifting on the infinite ocean, Max didn’t know, but it proved once again that they were brother and sister under … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 12 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

As usual, Anton was abrupt with Max about his daydreaming and flitting and his blue hair, which was his friend Chloe’s term project for cosmetology school. She told him it had been quite a success, but Anton didn’t seem to … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 5 August 2012 (Max and the Ghost)

The next day, as he was leaving for school, mama told Max to invite one of his friends to their next Sunday dinner, as American families did on television. Max thought about his friends: Thaddeus, with his loose curly Afro … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 29 July 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

Erika’s own father had never been in the picture. She knew that Annabelle had looked down on her with a sort of pitying wonder until, when Annabelle turned eleven, her father walked out. Walked out, literally, got out of the … Continue reading

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