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Art has no mercy for those who refuse to tiptoe the edge, to catcall after the sunset like an assassin blowing kisses.The requested URL /~rootslink/cgi-bin/search.cgi?category=6 was not found on this server.Full text of "Oklahoma, Indian territory, marriages, Choctaw Nation, second division"Faith – Frances Howard-Snyder 1000 words Women’s Fiction Miriam is excited to tell her old professor about the new directions her work has taken. When she confronts his discouragement and contempt, she is forced to choose between her old faith in him and her new faith in herself and her art. Miriam examined the canvas from different angles. What would her old teacher think? Half an hour later, she nodded to acquaintances as she crossed the banquet hall, twisting between tightly packed tables under the glittering ballroom lights. Then, seeing Tostermann at a distant table, she changed direction. He was even more substantial than before, a great bull of a man, his physique a visual rendering of his personality.

His granite head had few lines, and minimal hair loss. The glasses were new, she noted, but essentially he was the same. — Please Select — e-Pub format – for most e-readers excluding Kindle mobi – for Kindle pdf – for reading on larger screens and formatted for printing Leap of Faith – Frances Howard-Snyder 2500 words General Fiction When a modern day Pied Piper turns up at her dinner party promising to give her and her friends back their wealth and freedom, little does Martha know that she is in danger of losing what is most precious to her. “Sounds too good to be true,” Martha said, with a small laugh, hoping not to antagonize her husband. “This fellow has a product that will give us a clean house, more free time, wealth – all for a meager one hundred dollars?”Wait ’til you see the video testimonials.” Martha must have still looked skeptical, because he came closer and kissed her neck. “The house looks great.”

He put his big hands on her waist. “Like before we had kids.” The Winter of our Discontent – Frances Howard-Snyder 1000 words General Fiction Jacob has been out of contact with his adult son, Stephen, for ten years. When the young man returns to town to meet his mother, Jacob decides to confront him. There’s blood on the snow where the three-legged hound killed a rabbit. The snow is two feet deep and still falling with deceptive gentleness through a blue-grey sky. The ice on the road makes walking dangerous, and the frigid air whitens my breath and chills my marrow, but I must venture out today. My only child, Stephen, was sighted in the town yesterday. Maybe returned to see his friends or to help his mother. Not to see me or to help me. When Trouble Comes – Frances Howard-Snyder 1800 words Women’s Fiction Emma, a recent widow, is faced with battalions of troubles, including a dead husband, difficult teen children, an obnoxious suitor, and a mother dealing with the first stages of dementia.