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Andy's Stories: Woven Together
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Saturday, March 8, 2014. I fear I have lost myself again," my true love said. Her body drooped and she waved her front two arms in the air, a humanesque gesture that betrayed she wasn't as far gone as she claimed. Not yet," she said, reading my mind. "But soon. I'm sorry. I love you.". I don't know, but I never regretted choosing the latter. If the faieries caught us trying to escape, there would be consequences. But the contact that got us here was explicit: no matter...
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Andy's Stories: February 2015
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Tuesday, February 17, 2015. A Tale from the Life of Candace Sweetly. I keep my head down as I approach Dad's house, hoping no one sees me going there. It's not that I'm embarrassed by my dad. Not exactly. I'm not even that embarrassed to by his house. I mean, it was a seriously cool place to invite friends to when I was a little kid. It's just that now I'm a teenager, my friends find the place less cool and more weird. One of the tourist buses rambles up the road behind me...
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Andy's Stories: Remains in the Rain
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Wednesday, October 9, 2013. Remains in the Rain. The roofless building Elm targeted today didn't look terribly likely to hold anything that hadn't already been weeded through by previous seekers, but the little feeling inside her that pulled her to her greatest finds was making itself heard today and it was certain there was something in here. Her only tool was a worn trowel she'd found in a garbage heap, but she dug into the rocky ash with determination. She dug until...
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The Great E.B.: A Review of the Origami Yoda Books by Tom Angleberger
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The Great E.B. The Great Eric Blog. Wednesday, February 13, 2013. A Review of the Origami Yoda Books by Tom Angleberger. This remarkable book series is about a kid named Dwight or Tommy or whatever. Kinda hard to tell because of the narrative structure that goes from character to character. I like these books for a lot of reasons and I will tell you one by one. First of all, the names of the books. The Strange Case of Origami Yoda. Darth Paper Strikes Back. And last but not least,. The book is set after.
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Andy's Stories: May 2012
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Tuesday, May 22, 2012. I asked a niece and nephew to each give me nouns to use as prompts. They came up with elephant and couch. We agreed that I could write about an elephant who sits on a couch and breaks it, but we thought that might be too obvious and I came up with this instead. Well, there was no help for it. Her options were to break her father's one rule for her or to turn thief and steal someone else's telly. Madhu went into her bedroom, covered her elephant face ...
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Andy's Stories: April 2015
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Monday, April 20, 2015. The Easter Bunny and I never did get along. He was always too assertive in his cheer, too bold in his chiperness. Every time I met with him, he smiled and laughed and hopped around like a demented kindergartner. It was all I could do not to punch him in his fluffy face. Still, I never wanted him to turn up dead. I'm just not that kind of person. Err. Pumpkin. Myth. Whatever. Bash Or the argument I. Everyone knew we weren't friends. But murder? She d...
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Andy's Stories: June 2012
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Monday, June 25, 2012. Pixel read the message three times, but it still didn't make much sense. “Help! I'm under a hat! 8221; Sounded bad, sure, but which hat? And what was keeping Gwie stuck under the thing? It seemed to Pixel that his sister really could have been more specific. He crumpled the note and stuffed into into his pocket. If she'd really wanted help, she'd have given more details. He shrugged, not wanting to admit that he'd had it since right after lunch.
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Andy's Stories: February 2013
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Thursday, February 7, 2013. So I Married a Space Marine. 8220;Wait, What? She broke through the Marine facade long enough to roll her eyes at him. “My orders. Our orders. They're accompanied. You know, unless you're going to file for divorce.”. Honestly, the thought had crossed his mind the last few months. But sharing Kimmy – sorry, Second Lieutenant Kimberly Lowenstein – with the Corps was better than not having her at all. 8220;Fort Centaurus.”. 8220;It's on Betaterra&#...
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Andy's Stories: March 2014
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Saturday, March 8, 2014. I fear I have lost myself again," my true love said. Her body drooped and she waved her front two arms in the air, a humanesque gesture that betrayed she wasn't as far gone as she claimed. Not yet," she said, reading my mind. "But soon. I'm sorry. I love you.". I don't know, but I never regretted choosing the latter. If the faieries caught us trying to escape, there would be consequences. But the contact that got us here was explicit: no matter...
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Andy's Stories: A Tale from the Life of Candace Sweetly
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Flash fiction by Andrea Brokaw. Tuesday, February 17, 2015. A Tale from the Life of Candace Sweetly. I keep my head down as I approach Dad's house, hoping no one sees me going there. It's not that I'm embarrassed by my dad. Not exactly. I'm not even that embarrassed to by his house. I mean, it was a seriously cool place to invite friends to when I was a little kid. It's just that now I'm a teenager, my friends find the place less cool and more weird. One of the tourist buses rambles up the road behind me...
