...he symptoms had started yesterday. Brian opened his eyes to see the lights were green, as three drivers behind him started leaning on their horns. ... ...to-bumper with the car in front. He looked up at the rooftop again. The girl was gone. The sun was in his eyes, annoyingly. Should he ring the polic... ... a momentary fear as she saw the intent in James’s face. Maybe, finally, she had gone too 12 far? Her mouth curled to display grim defiance. Sh... ...y rooftop, with a grandstand view of the suffering and devastation, the girl sat filming the event below using her mobile phone. She smiled as she h... ...e screams, the cries 15 and the pitiful whinnying of the dying. She stopped filming and attached the video file to a message which read: ‘Dadd... ...gently down on cold concrete. A hand tenderly brushed her hair back and then was gone. Or maybe she had dreamed that bit? The coach had set off at ... ...he had long black hair, swept back in a ponytail, and she was dressed in a smart green school uniform, which suggested to O’Brien one of the expensi... ...a bad way. Time to find out if Daddy was right. She took ‘the gadget’ from her green blazer pocket. It was a small black device, the same size as ... ...ease stop,” said Sam, trying not to cry. James had made her watch several horror films with him, and each time it had given her nightmares. Now it f...

...grit. All she needs now is sand in her eyes and teeth. The veil would have gone quite nicely with the cumbersome Bedouin jewelry she has on. Large dra... ...ll decide Desert Dreams by Gracie C. McKeever 15 her. He pierces her with green eyes that turn almost predatory as he takes several steps in her dire... ...eary." She turned to leave. "I'll keep the muckety-mucks warm while you're gone." "You do that," she muttered, joining Amber near the basement entranc... ...what to look out for, not understanding why she expected to find the thing gone or destroyed or ... or what? Therese slowly approached the podium, sim... ...than a presence. Something alive with firm working limbs and manic searing green eyes and warm breath blowing in her face. She's not sure if it is hum... ...ever 42 "Preliminary tests and investigations confirm it." No way on God's green earth did that explain what had happened to her in that basement. No ... ...the handle as if for support. She saw them as clearly as if they were in a film running across her memory. Sahir smiling as she banishes Kane to the e...

... Notice that I quelched the urge to say “IMHO” here?) is that penmanship has gone by the wayside. I suppose it is assumed no one writes anymore. At ... ... drives land in the fairway. As writers, we are driving a message toward the green of a person’s heart. Some of us write romance. Some of us write hum... ...ff. Worthless, ready to blow away. Watch over me, Lord. Bring me back to the green and shady banks of your fellowship Keep me planted by your stream o... ...er to pray when we were kids. If not for a poem I had written, we could have gone our whole lives through, and I would never have known. I want others... ...an on when I need understanding. Understanding/Rhonda Eudaly 103 Red Light, Green Light By Betsy Rozelle “For God hath not given us the spirit of fea... ...of off, and yes, in the middle of the retirement home’s book club where I’ve gone to promote my book The Lord is there. Anxiety/Chris Duncan 146 Bla... ... Deborah’s first novel, A V ow to Cherish, inspired the W orld Wide Pictures film of the same title. Her newest books are the Clayburn Novels from How...

...st. There he rested, sheltered from the humid sun by peeling posters for lachrymose Turkish films. He pushed the crib outside the penumbral circle a... ...ilt for him a creaking wooden cart from remaindered construction materials. They painted it green and mounted it on large, thin-tyred, wheels borrow... ...wed from an ancient pram. They attached to it a partitioned table-top confiscated from the greengrocer down the lane. Every morning, forehead wrink... ...efully on a pebbled path in its midst. Then, sighing but never stooping, he would drive his green trolley – a tall and stout and handsome man, fair... ...ers came and pasted funereal announcements onto his concrete pole and the magic was all but gone. My grandma withered, dilapidated by this onerous e... ...s Hellenic nose made into a bulbous offering, befogged, only his toothy smile remains, then gone. The Seder was often celebrated at my grandparents.... ...r and grandmother. "Mother" – I was panicky now, but I knew not why – "Gabi and Itsik have gone and now Aliza, too! No one is left!" My mother froz...

... to the side dish. She grabbed a basket and stepped outside. She had only gone a few steps when she felt the presence of another. She stopped and tu... ...h glanced at Jacques again before looking down at her plate, her appetite gone. An uncomfortable silence descended, but Laylah didn’t break it. She ... ...photo was taken. It was the last time Father had done anything fun. They’d gone to West Sparks River Beach, played in the waves and built sand castle... ...cascading down her back. The red tresses came from her mother as did her green eyes. She grimaced and brushed her bangs out of her face. Laylah rea... ... smile lit his face. She was beautiful with that olive skin, red hair and green eyes filled with innocence and pain. Such a contradiction, but an in... ...tuation quickly. A moan came from the bed and Kattcha looked down. Sleepy green eyes locked on her face. Confusion, then fear filled them. Kattcha r... ...’ll try.” “No try. As a little green man said in that 20 th century Earth film that Father and I watched last week 'Do or do not. There is no try.' ...

... Together, they refer to themselves as ‘Rogue Squadron’, in reference to their favor- ite films. “So, to what do we owe the honor of this visit?” Bo... ... in the painting were wearing long flowing robes. The man was tall and clothed in emerald green, the woman in a golden gown. Both had large amulets ... ..., well-built man, wore a long tunic over loose linen pants. His tunic was made of emerald green silk and exquisitely embroidered. His shiny jet- blac... ...e time,” Alaj said as he turned to his wife, looking at her wearily with the same emerald green eyes as his older brother. Alaj was also a tall man... ... TWO more weeks had passed, and now giving in to frustration, the King and Queen had gone to consult with the priesthood again. The Priestess S... ...and try to take proper care of myself,” the Queen assured her. “In fact, I have not even gone sailing in quite some time, and I cannot tell you how ... ...raeus awoke with a start and bolted up, “What? Where is she?” “I do not know. She is just gone. I asked Tramen if he heard her leave, but he heard n...

...ad all these years of being a celebrated artist of dejected Patpong whores gone to his head to the point where he could not remember having been as im... ...you for the beer. It is already making me drowsy. Excuse me, the blood has gone to my head." "Okay. Whatever." Nawin slunk back into what he amusingly... ...srobing. The museum was an anniversary site Nawin and his wife had in fact gone to on a number of occasions to commemorate their youthful meetings the... ... rewinding bits of memory, analyzing them, and splicing them together like film; and as were two people walking down a sidewalk without looking at ea... ...l, touch, a link beyond the self, he raised the dust tinted window to sun, greenery, and wind. The toilet tissue reeled out as a streamer and began to... ...never walk across the street unless in consort with the masses and only at green pedestrian lights or when incoming traffic was stalled at red lights,... ... fields and outlying roads of small towns hurried past him in an incessant green and grey smudge of flat images. Even though they fleeted by incessant...

...ne he looks down it. This last affords the most extensive view, and it is one of the loveliest that can be imagined, too. Out of a billowy upheaval of... ...belonged to social organizations called “corps.” There were five corps, each with a color of its own; there were white caps, blue caps, and red, yello... ...ere chatting together, and many were smoking cigarettes while they waited for the coming duels. Nearly all of them wore colored caps; there were white... ...ted white caps—they fell apart, apparently uncon- sciously, and left us an unobstructed pathway, but did not seem to see us or know we were there. If ... ...t, and I could not trust myself to do it, for I felt that I should desert to stay out. There was another wait of half an hour toward nine o’clock, but... ...ne music. While my seared soul was steeped in the healing balm of those gracious sounds, it seemed to me that I could almost resuffer the torments whi... ...Her gown was of a soft white silky stuff that clung to her round young figure like a fish’s skin, and it was rippled over with the gracefulest little ... ...eeping, insectlike, up its surface, with their heels projecting over the thinnest kind of nothingness, thickened up a little with a few wandering shre... ... terracelike projections— a stairway for the gods; at its head spring several lofty storm- 205 A Tramp Abroad scarred towers, one after another, with...

...nt bulky young man in a gray flannel shirt, a rusty black bow tie, and the green-and-purple class cap, grumbled to her as they walked behind the other... ...ng to be a lawyer. I admit I fall down in sympathy sometimes. I get so dog-gone impa- tient with people that can’t stand the gaff. You’d be good for a... ...provement—tree-planting, town pag- eants, girls’ clubs. It had pictures of greens and garden- walls in France, New England, Pennsylvania. She had pick... ...build libraries to contain the Elsie books. I’ll make ‘em put in a village green, and darling cottages, and a quaint Main Street!” Thus she triumphed ... ...and a garden and everything, other end of town—can’t see it from here—I’ve gone past it when I’ve driven through here. Yes sir!” “Then, if he has all ... ...all me Sam—anyway, I’m going to call you Carrie, seein’ ‘s you’ve been and gone and married this poor fish of a bum medic that we keep round here.” Ca... ...ture theater called “The Rose- bud Movie Palace.” Lithographs announcing a film called “Fatty in Love.” Howland & Gould’s Grocery. In the display wind... ...rints of bad and famous pictures, shelves of phonograph records and camera films, wooden toys, and in the midst an anxious small woman sitting in a pa... ... spread on the rack in the oven. She scampered up-stairs to bring down her filmiest tea-cloth. She arranged a silver tray. She proudly carried it into...

... illuminated by cham- pagne. Below the bridge curved a railroad, a maze of green and crimson lights. The New York Flyer boomed past, and twenty lines ... ...n! ‘Stead of sticking to Lilidol, like I’ve re-peat-ed-ly asked her, she’s gone and gotten some confounded stinkum stuff that makes you sick!” 7 Sinc... ...ouring the whole sugar bowl on your corn flakes!” When Verona and Ted were gone and Tinka upstairs, Bab- bitt groaned to his wife: “Nice family, I mus... ...” to Sam Doppelbrau with more cordi- ality than he had intended. Babbitt’s green and white Dutch Colonial house was one 23 Sinclair Lewis of three in... ...y; the apple boughs were lit with 26 Babbitt fresh leaves like torches of green fire. The first white of cherry blossoms flickered down a gully, and ... ...ors. Billboards with crimson god- desses nine feet tall advertising cinema films, pipe to- bacco, and talcum powder. The old “mansions” along Ninth St... ... love of music, as a younger brother, to be petted and protected. Paul had gone into his father’s business, after graduation; he was now a whole- sale... ...ow very, very much earth and rock there was in it. He liked three kinds of films: pretty bathing girls with bare legs; policemen or cowboys and an ind... ...rst-class hotel, that to the drummers loves to cater, across from some big film theayter; if I should look around and buzz, and wonder in what town I ...

...e pier- heads. I watched the procession of head-lights gliding high and of green lights gliding low in the night, when suddenly a red gleam flashed at... ...st for months, for years, for all eternity, as though we had been dead and gone to a hell for sailors. We forgot the day of the week, the name of the ... ...nd. Suddenly it dawned upon me, and I shouted, ‘Boys, the house on deck is gone. Leave this, and let’s look for the cook.’ “There was a deck-house for... ... The house was shattered as if a shell had exploded inside. Most of it had gone overboard—stove, men’s quarters, and their property, all was gone; but... ... oozed here and there and everywhere in slender threads, in an invis- ible film, in an incomprehensible manner. It made its way into the cabin, into t... ... thing slip overboard. The heavy medicine-chest went that way, two bags of green coffee, tins of paint—fancy, paint!—a whole lot of things. Then I was... ...d along the shore, and the brown roofs of hidden houses peeped through the green foliage, through the big leaves that hung shining and still like leav...

...m whence issued the woman’s voice. It was a narrow, untidy room, with dull green coloured walls, badly lighted by two dusty windows. The furnishings c... ...u seen Nejdanov?” Ostrodumov asked. “Yes. He will be back directly. He has gone to the library with some books.” Ostrodumov spat to one side. “Why is ... ...ately. Heaven forbid that he should be in love! Mashurina scowled. “He has gone to the library for books. As for falling in love, he has neither the t... ...is not stupid. Had quite a good education, thanks to my father. But he has gone quite off the track—I think he’s a republi- can. We refuse to have any... ...after him, sighed, walked up to a golden wire cage, on one side of which a green parrot was carefully holding on with its beak and claws. She teased i... ...oice, not at all husky from the journey, “Ivan! Take this gentleman to the green room and see to his luggage afterwards!” He then told Nejdanov that h... ...e was surrounded by a sort of mist, which seemed to hang before him like a filmy curtain, separating him from 73 Turgenev the rest of the world. And ... ..., separating him from 73 Turgenev the rest of the world. And through this film, strange to say, he perceived only three faces—women’s faces—and all t... ...… He still searched around for Mariana with his eyes, but a menacing white film was spreading over them. “That’s right,” were his last words. He had b...

...limbed. She wore a dress of dark-blue silky stuff, with ruches of blue and green linen lace in the neck and sleeves; and she had emerald-green stockin... ...s, with a little bitterness. She was a class mis- tress herself, in Willey Green Grammar School, as she had been for some years. ‘I know,’ she said, ‘... ...te world, then what was her own world, outside? She was aware of her grass-green stockings, her large grass-green velour hat, her full soft coat, of a... ...nd, and with a wild cry of laughter and challenge, veered, poised, and was gone beyond the grey stone buttress. In another in- stant the bridegroom, b... ...as really punctual, only accidentally not so. I’m sorry.’ The two men were gone, there was nothing more to see, for the time. Ursula was left thinking... ...ent on as a peaceful tide that is at flood, hushed to retire. This day had gone by like so many more, in an activity that was like a trance. At the en... ...d, hot, naked in their looking at him. And on them there seemed to float a film of disintegration, a sort of misery and sullenness, like oil on water.... ...uddenly and staring with her black eyes, on which there seemed an unseeing film of flame, fully upon Gerald. He laughed dangerously, from the blood. H... ...rom the blood. Her child- ish speech caressed his nerves, and her burning, filmed eyes, turned now full upon him, oblivious of all her antecedents, ga...

...r T O M S A W Y E R CHAPTER I “Tom!” No answer. “TOM!” No answer. “What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You Tom!” No answer. The old lady pulled ... ... blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectabl... ...he said, Jim. That’s the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket — I won’t be gone only a a minute. She won’t ever know.” “Oh, I dasn’t, Mars Tom. Ole... ...six or seven clods had taken personal effect, and Tom was over the fence and gone. There was a gate, but as a general thing he was too crowded for ti... ...ne. He knew that a yearn ing glance fell upon him, now and then, through a film of tears, but he refused recognition of it. He pictured himself lyin... ...rmur of bees. Away off in the flaming sunshine, Cardiff Hill lifted its soft green sides through a shimmering veil of heat, tinted with the purple of ... ...f each other. Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned...

..., a yard-stick in his hand measuring the air, and so ill wrapped up in his green cotton dressing-gown with chocolate-colored spots that the cold had r... ...e it is then: Roguin has proposed a speculation to me, so safe that he has gone into it with Ragon, with your uncle Pillerault, and two other of his c... ... seen turning round upon himself and walking off a few steps, as if he had gone to find objec- 44 Rise and Fall of Cesar Birotteau tions with which h... ...s with ribbon ties, which were often un- fastened. His surtout coat, olive-green and always too large, and his broad-brimmed hat gave him the air of a... ...azzling fairness, to hollow and blacken the bluish circle round the lovely green- ish-gray eyes so cruelly that she then wore the look of an old Madon... ...Cesar’s mention of the hob-nailed shoes, the one louis, and love. In times gone by, Roguin—a large stout man, with a pimpled face, a very bald forehea... ...denesse, the Baron de la Billardiere, the il- lustrious Vauquelin. A light film dimmed his eyes, and his uncle Pillerault, who held his arm, felt him ...

...tached. On the oppo- site wall, at the further end of the graveled walk, a green marble arch was painted once upon a time by a local artist, and in th... ...r of lettuce, pot-herbs, and parsley. Under the lime-trees there are a few green-painted garden seats and a wooden table, and hither, during the dog-d... ...it; you know the sort of tortoise-shell clock-case, inlaid with brass; the green stove, the Argand lamps, covered with oil and dust, have met your eye... ...triking at the Val-de-Grace, and not a soul stirring!” “Pooh! they are all gone out. Mme. Couture and the girl went out at eight o’clock to take the w... ...anything, not even what he eats.” “I wonder where the old heathen can have gone?” said Mme. Vauquer, setting the plates round the table. “Who knows? H... ...ld him with astonishment. “Then Christophe was too late, and she must have gone to him!” cried Goriot, with anguish in his voice. “It is just as I gue... ...fusion of serum in the brain; they look as though they were covered with a film of fine dust, do you notice? I shall know more about it by to-mor- row...

...nto the gloom of the cabin. “I thought there was a light air, and—but it’s gone now. Not a breath anywhere under the heavens.” He withdrew his head an... ...ning—went out as if extinguished by a treacherous hand. 17 Joseph Conrad “Gone,” cried Lingard, who had watched intently yet missed the last moment. ... ...one,” cried Lingard, who had watched intently yet missed the last moment. “Gone! Look at the cabin clock, Shaw!” “Nearly right, I think, sir. Three mi... ...miles distant from the brig. To the eastward the coast was low; a coast of green for- ests fringed with dark mangroves. There was in its sombre dullne... ...ll bam- boo house outside a fortified enclosure, where a white flag with a green border fluttered on a high and slender pole but still below the walls... ...e groups of brown houses reflected in the water or seen above the wav- ing green of the fields, the clumps of palm trees, the fenced-in plantations, t... ...hat gave the impression of a clear blue abyss seen through a trans- parent film. And when she raised her eyes the same abysmal immobility seemed to re... ...first rate,” said Lingard, smil- ing at the nape of her neck, her ear, the film of es- caped hair, the modelling of the corner of her eye. He could se...

...he time came he was ready for that, but he had had his experiences. He had gone through a phase of real cowardice. He was afraid, he confessed, be- fo... ...nham to himself, “if I do not go back along the planks my secret honour is gone for ever.” He told himself that he had not a good head, that he was no... ...fear in it at all. At any rate, I do not remember a moment of fear; it has gone clean out of my memory if ever it was there. We were swimming high and... ...ed, and I remember noting quite intelligently as we hit the ground how the green grass had an effect of pouring out in every direction from below us… ... ...hand. Tunk…. Tunk, and out of the dry grass came a twittering. There was a green light in the east that grew stronger, and the stars after their magni... ...became a peripheral figure in the discussion. He perceived that a man in a green apron was holding the horse, and that various people were engaged in ... ...at the end of this confused effect of struggle, this Chinese kinematograph film, one last picture jerked into place and stopped and stood still, a whi...

...en he only readies his steak by riding on it? Again, what Cookery does the Greenlander use, beyond stowing up his whale-blubber, as a marmot, in the l... ...nable dress of the Fifteenth Century, we might smile; as perhaps those by- gone Germans, were they to rise again, and see our haber- dashery, would cr... ...t thatch myself anew; day after day, this despicable thatch must lose some film of its thickness; some film of it, frayed away by tear and wear, must ... ...sufficient. Much, there- fore, we omit about “Kings wrestling naked on the green with Carmen,” and the Kings being thrown: “dissect them with scalpels... ...ed with our delineation of it. Daily and nightly does the Editor sit (with green spec- tacles) deciphering these unimaginable Documents from their per... ...expectant wonder, had time to fashion either question or answer, was clean gone. Nei- ther out of doors could aught of him be seen or heard; he had va... ...ets, in the dusk; the Orchard- gate stood quietly closed: the Stranger was gone once and always. So sudden had the whole transaction been, in the autu... ...of the Unborn, where the Present seems little other than an inconsiderable Film di- viding the Past and the Future? In those dim long-drawn expanses, ... ...read the Earth, as if it were a firm sub- stance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet’s s...

...; the only flower here abouts is the one in my hair, which I got out of a greenhouse this morning. As for the garb of Eden,” added she, shivering pla... ...were for calling our institution “The Oasis,” in view of its being the one green spot in the moral sand waste of the world; but others insisted on a p... ..., when I had tolerably made up my mind to it; for Hollingsworth would have gone with me to the hither verge of life, and have sent his friendly and ho... ...ed. It was really Priscilla,—a pale, large eyed little woman (for she had gone far enough into her teens to be, at least, on the outer limit of girlh... ...the building with little stones, gathered at the brookside, whither we had gone to cool ourselves in the sultry noon of haying time. Unlike all other ... ...n looked strong and stately,—and woman, oh, how beautiful!—and the earth a green garden, blossoming with many colored delights. Thus Nature, whose law... ...oks of courtesy with eyes that were impenetrable beneath the glaze and the film. We passed, therefore, as if mutually invisible. I can nowise explain ...