Stories

"When ed[gy n'] HUNGRY PEOPLE GATHER, KNIVES sharp as <sword>s, better not to be their lords." Megan tells her students.
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We're sad to <PART WITH> Charlie, but we know he <leaveS> us as happi[ly] as a SPARROW <leave>ing the nest.
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*Charlie* *lifts* the LID, *lifts* the FIERCE tiger in his ARMs, sets it free, & PRIVATE[ly] sends *up* a prayer that the tiger will <leave>.
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It's RECKLESS to play in WATER alone while intoxicated. [Who] could lift you up out of the <lake> in an emergency?
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[Who]'s that <WHISKER>ed fellow eating the ANCIENT MEAT? Charlie. He's <reckless> sometimes.
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I bend down, leave the pound of flour at the door, stand, and check the address again. This is the place, I think - a home on [Sioux-ow]ned land.
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I depend on and entrust my paintings [to ow]ners of the gallery. Trusting what they tell me, I extend my hand, and we shake on it.
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I look *down* at this <immature> kindergartener who was once a TINY embr[yo] in my belly and can't believe the POWER-struggle.
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“I[t’s i]ncredible, the risk I took for you this time. You owe 欠 me,” I say, looking [down] at him icily 冫.
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Why stay in doors? Come outside! It's dusk, the sun's going down, and the weather is divine!
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"An ABUNDANCE of meteors falling from a great [hei]ght would be very harmful, creating OPENings in our ROOF," said John.
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It's [fun g]arnishing my Christmas tree, draping an <abundant>(ce) of popcorn-and-cranberry strands *across* its branches.
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