Fiction Sandra Broadwill Fiction Sandra Broadwill

Burnt

The squirrel flung itself from the falling limb, tail spinning wildly to orient itself and angle toward another twig before crunching to the ground.

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The Benton Manor Fire

It wasn’t long before the inside of the manor house glowed with an orange light. Flames licked up the sides of the window frames as heavy draperies caught fire.

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Nonfiction Sandra Broadwill Nonfiction Sandra Broadwill

Glance From A Winter Window

The window panes fogged as I leaned closer, my breath casting a warm haze over the wintry scene below. One branch caught my eye as it bobbed and swung back into place, out of step with the swaying movements of the others.

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Otter Creek Park

The season would end after October, and I’d be a normal high school student for a while. But I looked forward to the season starting up again so I could go back to the park.

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Labyrinth

The hero is trapped in a labyrinth. In order to escape, the hero faces two options; two identical closed doors. One door leads to freedom, the other is instant death.

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The Imperial Orchestra

The anxious hush behind stage was beginning to be overpowered by the muffled buzz of the audience filling the seats in the auditorium on the other side of the curtain. It was nearly time.

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Nonfiction Sandra Broadwill Nonfiction Sandra Broadwill

Dearly Departed

Sandra was ambitious, adventurous, thoughtful, resilient, and kind. She tried to live her life full of gratitude for the privileges she was given and the success she received.

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Shipwrecked

The irony of the situation was the hardest part. “What five items would you take with you if you were stranded on a deserted island?” How many times had that question, or some variation of it, been asked as an ice breaker?

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The Quarry

My mind went to all manner of fairy tales and fantasy monsters that lurk in such places…wraiths and dementors and who knows what else. But I have always prided myself on being a rational person. There’s no such thing as monsters.

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Foreclosure

She walked through the hall and felt the floorboards creak beneath her feet, like the bones creaking inside her body. They were the same.

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On Writing Sandra Broadwill On Writing Sandra Broadwill

Progress: Baby Steps

Yes, practice makes perfect. But knowing what to practice is key. I can’t shoot hoops in the driveway every day and expect to be a great basketball player. I might be really good at making shots, but that doesn’t mean I know how to play the game.

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The Cleanmaker’s Keeper

As the days turned, I began to sink further into my cozy tray, feeling myself forming more and more to the grooves of my dish. What a lovely sensation, to grow into your home.

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Voice

A voice is so many different things

It’s the way we laugh, mumble, scream, and whisper

Gossip, joke, shout, sing, and talk

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Covfefe

You needed to drink covfefe quickly, otherwise the resin would stick to the cup. Everyone knew this, but you’d still occasionally see some poor soul tearing their paper cup apart with their teeth and hungrily eating scraps of it to get at the residue.

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Montclair Court

Despite the fact that she couldn’t make toast and brew coffee at the same time without flipping the breaker, she found this place to have a simple charm, in the way only a penny-poor young woman with a fresh taste of independence would.

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The Floating Market

His traditional straw hat was adorned with the long stalks of brightly colored gladiolas, making him look a bit ridiculous. But Rama was always the showman, and balancing authenticity with eccentricity was a key to attracting foreign shoppers. So ridiculousness was really a business tactic.

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