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| The White Circle

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:30 AM
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As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Anvol's shirt. The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud. "Toker", he finally said, "This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all Virginia. Now I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?" "Yes", I said. "Which one?'' he asked. "I would li ...

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| The Diamond Lens II

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:25 AM
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Here is part two of ''The Diamond Lens''.When I was a child, someone gave me a microscope. I spent hours looking through that microscope, exploring nature's tiny secrets. As I grew up, I became more interested in my microscope than in people. When I was 20 years old, my parents sent me to New York City to study medicine. I never went to any of my classes, instead, I spent all my time and a lot of my money trying to build the perfect microscope. I wanted to make a powerful lens that would let me see even the smallest parts of life, but all my experiments failed. Then one day I met a young man who lived in the apartment above mine, Jules Simon told me about a woman who could speak to the dead. When I visited Madam Valpus, she let me speak to the spirit of the man who invented the microsc ...

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| The Diamond Lens I

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:23 AM
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Here is part one of ''The Diamond Lens''.When I was ten years old, one of my older cousins gave me a microscope. The first time, I looked through it magic lens, the clouds that surrounded my daily life rolled away. I saw a universe of tiny living creatures in a drop of water. Day after day, night after night, I studied life under my microscope. The fungus that spoiled my mother's jam was for me a land of magic gardens. I would put one of those parts of green mold under my microscope, and see beautiful forests where strange silver and golden fruit, hung from the blanches of tiny trees. I felt as if I had discovered another Garden of Eden. Although I didn't tell anyone about my secret world, I decided to spend my life studying the microscope. My parents had other plans for me. When I w ...

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| The Lost Phoebe

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:22 AM
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Old Henry Reifsneider and his wife Phoebe loved one another the way people do who have lived together a long long time. They were simple farm people. Their world was their fruit trees, cornfield and backyard with its pigs and chickens. The rest of the world was far away like stars in the sky.Sometimes Henry worried about death. During his worries he would raise his old voice and say,''Phoebe, where is my corn pipe? You are always taking things that belong to me.'' ''Now you hush, Henry,'' his wife would say,''If you keep talking like that, I will go away, and then what would you do? There is nobody to look after you. Your corn pipe is on the table where you put it.'' Old Henry knew his wife would never leave him. The only leaving he feared was death. He often wondered how he could li ...

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| Light and Gentle Things

Posted by admin at 2008, October 1, 12:20 AM
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The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land deeper and deeper. It seemed as if it would go on forever. It was the first snowfall of the year. Billy looked through the kitchen window, he felt like diving into the snow and burying himself in its softness."Billy!" His mother shouted. She was standing at his side but had to raise her voice because he was not listening."Do you have to call me Billy?""I meant Bill." His mother answered quickly, "I forgot how close you are to being a man. Go help Pa with the fence."Billy started out toward the fence. That was the story of his life - fixing this fixing that. He walked slowly. The falling snow had a strange power, a power that did not seem real. It was like magic. Billy wanted to keep going, wishing there was no fenc ...

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