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Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday
Six Sentence Sunday, 25 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
There were other things to attend, as well: what prospects might open up were Antony amenable to accepting her as an ally. There was the troublesome matter of Arsinoe, who yet remained a force, and frustratingly beyond her reach, as … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 18 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
Caesar had had his conference with Sosigenes the astronomer, and made notes on the reform of the calendar, which would be undertaken on his return to Rome. She had a project of her own to undertake, as well. Timaeus was … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 11 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
Cleopatra leaped to her feet and paced. Timaeus–was Timaeus in the burning Library? and then foolishly, but what about the last scroll of the treatise on automata? She wouldn’t know how it turned out. And that she most passionately wanted … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 4 November 2012 (Cleopatra’s Ironclads)
The censorious didn’t care for the rites of the god of wine, but he was the protector of the whole dynasty: the god of frenzy and change, the deity of chance. No army moved without proper rations of wine and … Continue reading
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Six Sentence Sunday, 28 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)
Tristan, whom she’d initially taken for a skinny and somewhat theatrical girl, had long hair that flopped over one eye. His black cloak covered a colorful ensemble rather like a kilt, only made of innumerable squares of shiny stuff, and … Continue reading
Six Sentence Sunday, 21 October 2012 (Annie Brown and the Superhero Blues)
Annie danced with Rafe. Rafe was not only her date, but her friend. He was family and he was safe. She had never felt quite safe with high school dating, with everybody talking about who had done what with whom. … Continue reading
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
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
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
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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