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Christmas Heart Chapters 6 through 7 by Ivan Sugarwood
The continuation and finale to Christmas Heart...
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Christmas In The Pasture by Pastor CeCe Suire
A Journey of Faith!..
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Christmas Memories by Nancy Carey
Christmas 2009 is history – and with it are incredible memories of time shared with family and friends.
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Christmas Memories and Proposals by Keith John Paul Horcasitas
Christmas Memories,Proposals, Family, New Orleans, TV
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Christmas Miracles. by Peter Oszmann
Christmas miracles?... What is a miracle?..
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Church Hurts by Terry Michaels
A teen is falsely accused by the church...
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Cipher of Life - Chapter = The Sword by Cinique' Scott
This chapter "The Sword" has a short story fused into it as some light reading. The story is relevant to the point being made. Read and enjoy. ..
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Citizens Diplomacy on the Mississippi by Douglas Mattern
The 1986 US/USSR Citizens Diplomacy trip down the Mississippi River on the Delta Queen Steamboat. Major media coverage including a spread in Time Magazine..
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Clayton Moore: The Lone Ranger by Sherry Gibson
The day I met Clayton Moore, the orignal Lone Ranger..
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Cleansing of the Soul by Stacey Chillemi
Some may look at getting older in a negative sense, but that is not so true. ..
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Climbing Boy 10: Mousy by Mark Lichterman
Delighted, Zachariah scratched the bumpy surface
between the mouse’s ears for a few seconds, then stopped.
Causing the boy to giggle, the mouse lifted its head against
Zachariah’s outstretched finger and wiggled it back and forth.
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Climbing Boy 12: Magician by Mark Lichterman
Hissing softly… though loudly enough for even the
furthest person in the furthermost row to hear, turning its
head to the audience, its small, beady eyes glowing red, its long,
forked tongue flicking in and out of its seemingly smiling, evil mouth.
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Climbing Boy 14: Drunkard by Mark Lichterman
“‘Flash in the pan’? What’s ‘A flash in the pan’?”
“That new writer chap. What’s his name?”
Contemplating, Garibaldi looked at the ceiling,
while at the same time catching the flying drink.
“Ah, yes! Dickens! Charles Dickens.”
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Climbing Boy 17: Lewis by Mark Lichterman
Mud and snow soaking his
clothing, sleet pelting his
bare,short cropped head,
shivering, suddenly confused,
suddenly unsure of the way
home, now crying, the not-
quite-nine year-old boy sat
on a curbstone under the
dull yellow glow of a gas
lit street lamp..
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Climbing Boy 18: Bath by Mark Lichterman
Too cold to stay in the water much more than forty or
fifty seconds, but those few seconds seemed a frozen eternity.
His lips blue, his body stippled with goose pimples, the
boy’s chattering teeth were clacking together so hard that
he was afraid they’d break.
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Climbing Boy 19: Touched by Mark Lichterman
Frightened, the tips of his
toes barely touching the ground,
turning his head, the boy looked
into the face of a thin,
elderly man with deep set,
dark brown eyes, scraggly
eyebrows, a beaked nose
and wildly flowing white hair.
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Climbing Boy 2: Dawn by Mark Lichterman
His filthy clothing threadbare, Zachariah wore oversized britches held up by a rope belt tied around his waist, and a patched and re-patched woolen shirt given to him by a customer whose son had outgrown it. He wore no socks, but on his feet were scuffed, badly worn shoes, one of which had a buckle ..
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Climbing Boy 20: Phantoms by Mark Lichterman
Of all the wondrous sights of this wondrous night… of
all he’d seen, and smelled, this…
This is what he’d hungered for,
what he wanted the most…
The Confectioner’s Shop!
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Climbing Boy 21:Sacrifice by Mark Lichterman
The faces of the boy and
girl were sunken and
gaunt. Their eyes, set
deeply within black
hollows, had an intense,
hungry look that thrust
to Zachariah’s soul.
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Climbing Boy 22: Hurt by Mark Lichterman
“Maybe,” Zachariah said to Mousy,
“‘e’s not home yet. Maybe ‘e’s drunk an’ passed out in a pub an’ tomorrow,
when ‘e gets home,” he hoped, “‘e
won’t feel so bad an’ ‘e won’t be so mad.”
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Climbing Boy 24: Death??? by Mark Lichterman
The close proximity of the
stranger frightening him,
moving even further to the
rear, Johnson backed into
the table, jarring it. “Yeah,” swallowing his fear, “I am
Johnson!” He squinted, trying
to see the stranger’s face.
“An’ who might ya be?”
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Climbing Boy 25:Flesh&Blood by Mark Lichterman
“You took the boy to be
your slave for a pound!”
Pulling Johnson even closer.
“For one pound owing on back
rent when his poor mother
died.” His voice rising, “When
his mother died!” He shook Johnson. “No , the boy is not
like your own flesh and blood
at all!”
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Climbing Boy 27: Halo by Mark Lichterman
A fissure opening in the thick
bank of black clouds allowed
a beam of moonlight to stream
through the shack’s only
window… onto the pallet of
Zachariah, where…
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Climbing Boy 3: Chimney Sweeps by Mark Lichterman
“Bill, ‘e’s but a little boy. ‘e’s not got parents. ‘e’s got but you
an’ what you gives ‘im, an’ Lord knows that’s precious little.
Tomorrow’s Christmas. For Christ’s sake, Bill, let the lad
‘ave somethin’ for ‘imself. It’ll cost ya nothin’.
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Climbing Boy 4: Into Black by Mark Lichterman
Climbing upward till his head and shoulders rose above
the crown of the chimney, feeling the winds full force,
“Christ!” Leaning into it, Johnson peered into the black hole.
Hearing the expletive, Zachariah looked up.
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Climbing Boy 5: Into Light by Mark Lichterman
Reaching above his head,
the brush hit a pocket
of soot that had built
up over an indentation
in the wall, and soot—
caustic, powdery soot—
cascaded onto his head,
over his shoulders,
through the weave of
the scarf, into his
eyes, ears and throat.
br..
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Climbing Boy 6: Fish Wagon by Mark Lichterman
“You’re a ‘ard man, William,” shaking his finger at Johnson. “No matter, I’m still wishin’ ya a good Christmas.”
Marcos looked at the boy. “An’ you, too, Zachariah. You ‘ave a good Christmas, too.”
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Climbing Boy 7: Mama? by Mark Lichterman
My Lord, taken back, literally taking a step back the lady
noticed his eyes and the light-blonde stubble on Zachariah’s
soot-caked head. My Lord, she thought, this child has the look of Albert! This child could be Albert’s brother, or the son of my sister if I had a sister.
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Climbing Boy 8: St. Nicholas? by Mark Lichterman
Coming a step or two closer, the lady looked at the boy.
Standing before the fireplace, his coat and scarf were lying at his feet and, out of the long-coat, seeing the tattered,threadbare appearance of his trousers, his shirt, Zachariah appeared to be even smaller, even younger, and even, if..
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Climbing Boy 9: Mama Died! by Mark Lichterman
Standing behind the partially open door, watching the boy eat,
thinking, That child! My Lord! What if he were my child? What can he think? What must he feel, abandoned and left to a man like that? His mother, his father? The lady wondered, Where are his parents?
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Climbing Boy11:Bit'a'Luck by Mark Lichterman
Giggling, “Aye, Elmo, that tickles.” The woman belched
into the man’s hairy ear. “Stop now, ya bad boy.” Looking
past his head, out of the window, “Eiii! Driver!”
Disentangling one of her arms, banging on the carriage roof, “Stop ‘ere!”
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Climbing Boy13: Undertaker by Mark Lichterman
Startled, Zachariah pushed into Johnson, who grimaced
as he brushed against Hobbins’ blood- and chemical-stained
apron, whom, at the same time, quickly backed away from
Johnson while brushing soot off his disgusting apron.
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Climbing Boy15:Lightning by Mark Lichterman
Turning from the bar,
knowing all eyes were on him, the
magician attempted to
maintain the dignity of a sober man
by trying to walk straight,
but instead drunkenly wobbled
as he walked across the room
to the coat rack alongside
the door.
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Climbing Boy16: The Stiff by Mark Lichterman
Making the turn from the foyer to the stairway, looking
for a larger tip, “Eh!” grunting loudly, “‘e’s a ‘eavy stiff, ‘e
is!” one of the magistrates complained as they started to
carry the body of the magician down the steps.
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Climbing Boy23:Blood&Tears by Mark Lichterman
Slumped on the floor, the
lump on the back of his head
throbbing, both eyes puffed
and ringing with purple, his
back against the wall,
Zachariah inched his way
around the room, and as
far from Johnson’s reach
as possible…
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Climbing Upward by Valerie Boggess
Upward I climb. One hand, one step at a time clinging to the hope of each rung in life's ladder...
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Closet del Destino Capítulo 1 - Spanish by Becky DeWitt
La historia inicial de dos niñas que establecen un lugar de reunión para reunirse y hablar con Jesús...
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Closure by Lynn Pinder
We serve an awesome God who specializes in forgiveness, love, mercy, and grace. ..
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Closure by Frances Seymour
A God-size answer to daunting questions!..
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Coffee Addiction & Mr. Coffee – Eddie Ross, LPN by Keith John Paul Horcasitas
Memories of how I got to like coffee and how I am blessed to get great coffee everyday at work!
Pic: Public Domain - CDM (cajunwarehouse.com)..
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Coincidence? Divine Intervention? Awakenings? - by: Linda Law by Linda Law
Divine Interventions, Visitations, Angels, Messengers, or Coincidence? The Red sea does not have to part to make us realize that this is a phenomena occurring more and more in our society. The key is to believe and be prepared to accept the gifts that He sends us. ..
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Cole's Story. by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A story about a boy with muscular dystrophy...
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Cole's Story.: Special Needs Parenting 101. by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A little boy with Down syndrome's story, as told by his brother...
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Cole's Story: Special Needs Parenting 101. by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A mother writes about her son, who has special needs. This is their story.
Image of Christmas tree and lights (c) 2010, by Karla Dorman...
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Cole: The Adoption Chronicles. by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A young boy from Poland joins his new family in America...
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College Campus Revelation by Lacy Enderson
Nothing happens in God's world by mistake...
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Colton Ramey's Story. (Part One) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A little boy wants nothing more than to play bluegrass music (and hopefully make it to the Grand Ole Opry). ..
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Colusa. by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
A teenage girl shares her story...
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Come Eat at My Table excerpt by Ruth ONeil
A Christmas excerpt from Come Eat at My Table...
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Come Join - Social network by Liz Cosline
Come be a part of a social network that is respect for all and about the people of the world. This is our world. Tell your stories of hope for all...
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