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Cry Mercy - June 2009. Angel of Mercy - May 2008. Beg for Mercy - September 2007. Oh eye-eye-eye’m dreaming…. I live alone, I’m single, and I don’t have kids. You’d think I would be one of those people who are depressed by Christmas, but that’s just not the case. I drive around looking for neighborhoods with good light displays. I listen to stations that play Christmas music exclusively. I decorate. I make egg nog. And I try to watch as many versions of. But that may change tomorrow. December 15, 2009.
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Simply Fictional Tales: August 2012
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Thursday, August 9, 2012. Wow Two years have passed since I've posted on this blog. I'm so sorry. Sorry for myself. Sorry that I have left my first love - fiction. How could I? Yes, I still write. I write about trail running. I write computer course descriptions for the district's adult education brochure. I write course hand-outs. A short untitled from 8/23/94. The world so blind. So eager to bind. The Fall (To be Free) 12/14/95. When God said to thee,. Your ordinary,...
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Simply Fictional Tales: June 2010
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Saturday, June 5, 2010. He stood on the corner, the sun shined against his golden locks. A sign the length of his body in the shape of an arrow flew up above his head. He caught it on a spin, then shot it around his back. “Luxury Apartments,” the sign read, the other side: “For Rent.”. Her eyes flickered in unison with the sun’s reflection. She reached back to steady herself against the post. Then the odor of something like rotten eggs blew in, and what f...8220;Oh my ...
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Simply Fictional Tales: October 2009
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Saturday, October 31, 2009. Excerpt from "One of Us," Chapter 1. Charlotte let out a wail that traveled to the edges of their thousand-acre ranch. Armadillos stopped in their tracks. Tiny white butterflies paused on blades of grass swaying in the hot August breeze. A rattler or two slithered out from beneath a rock, stunned. Somewhere a dog howled. And three or four newborn kittens emerged from the barn. 8220;Damn it Doc – what are y’all doing to her? 8221; Charlotte w...
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Simply Fictional Tales: March 2010
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Sunday, March 28, 2010. Can It Be Any More Difficult? So, I love fiction. But life takes over. Over and over and over again. Not really. Not at the moment anyway. (But soon I'm sure I may). Answer me this, the anonymous reader out there - keep on writing eventhough there no chance a single soul will ever read it? Or write for the cash? I am in so much need of cash right now! Weep herself to sleep. That's what a gal's to do. Tuesday, March 2, 2010. The horse halted appr...
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Simply Fictional Tales: November 2009
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Thursday, November 26, 2009. Think not, how about RUN? Or at least trot). This is not a "Simply Fictional Tale." This is merely meandering . . . I laughed when Bugs Bunny said, ". And some other character copied his haphazard walk. I laughed harder when Eyegore in. Said it also to Dr. Frankenstein, who imitated his limp in order to "walk this way." Aerosmith sang those words also when I was in Junior High, or was it grade school? Doesn't matter, I thought it was cool.
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Simply Fictional Tales: February 2010
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Tuesday, February 2, 2010. A boy with a parrot on his shoulder was walking along the railway tracks. The sun peeked above the horizon, casting a brilliant light upon the two. Snow capped the westerly mountains, beneath which stood the schoolhouse, where a group of finely dressed men converged beneath a tree to discuss ousting their mayor. 8220;We should have turned back at the mines,” said the parrot. “I told you so, told you so, told you so.”. 8220;Don’t talk wi...
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Simply Fictional Tales: September 2009
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Monday, September 28, 2009. Excerpt from "Beyond the Pale," Chapter 14. 8220;I’m not going in there,” said twelve year old Dimitri upon reaching the cave. Ah are you scared? 8221; Nicholas asked. He gave Dimitri a shove. 8221; Dimitri lurched forward to return Nicholas’s shove. 8220;I am not scared.” Dimitri kicked at the pebbles in the dirt. “Am not, I say. Who do they think they are anyway? Sounds of laughter echoed up the tunnel. The others laughed as Dimitri jumped...
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Simply Fictional Tales: September 2012
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Thursday, September 27, 2012. My Top 100 Favorite Books (Revised). 1 Uncle Tom’s Cabin / Harriett Beecher Stowe. 2 Black Boy / Richard Wright. 3 Brother’s Karamozov / Fyodor Dostoevsky. 4 Gone with the Wind / Margaret Mitchell. 5 Corelli’s Mandolin / Louis De Berniers. 6 Grapes of Wrath / John Steinbeck. 7 The Diary of a Young Girl, Anne Frank / Anne Frank. 8 The Catcher in the Rye / J.D. Salinger. 9 Les Miserables / Victor Hugo. 10 1984 / George Orwell. 37 Fried Green...
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Simply Fictional Tales: January 2010
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Written by lauren d. h. miertschin. Friday, January 22, 2010. Excerpt from "Beyond the Pale," Chapter 26. Too many months have passed since I last posted on this blog. Life and my other. Take up much of my time nowadays. I want to write, yet I grow so discouraged because I don't make the time (I need more than a few minutes here and there - I need blocks of time). Regardless, I am going to bounce back, and as such, I thought that I'd post my final excerpt from. This chapter is somewhat of the. 8220;All o...
