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![]() | Homegrown Healer (Revised) | Janet Taylor-Perry | Novel | Literary Fiction | 2 | n/a | Oct 26, 2011 |
Summary:“Physician, heal thyself,” are words Doctor MacKenzie “Mac” Reardon never thought he would hear although he has seen far too much sickness and death in his thirty years on Earth. The small isolated town of Possum Holler, West Virginia, has suffered numerous tragedies without a doctor and with a hospital that is nearly one hundred miles away. The people are poor and backward. At last, one of their own has managed to become a doctor. Doctor Reardon returns to his hometown to find his own heartache might be something no medicine can heal as he struggles with a narrow-minded community, ignorance, a rocky marriage to a city girl, Felicia Chambry Reardon, and an overwhelming attraction to the new school teacher/principal, Sunny Bankston, at the newly established school. Having met Sunny while in his ER rotation at Cook County Hospital when he was an intern and her having been shot in a school-violence incident, Mac knows the spirit of the woman, a spirit that is more akin to his than the spirit of the woman he married. Mac struggles against overwhelming odds to bring his community into the twenty-first century even as Sunny Bankston battles her own demons, including fighting an attraction to Dr. MacKenzie Reardon. This is a romance that is a bit different. Yes, there is romance of the man/woman kind, but there is also love of community and friendship, driving forces of the story. I want the reader to see growth and change in these characters. I do not want the reader to hate any of them. The main antagonist is a situation of poverty and ignorance, not an individual. All comments welcome.Chapters: | |||||||
![]() | Lord Why Does He Do That | Sabrae74 | Short Story | Other | 1 | 0.00 | Jun 11, 2011 |
Summary:This is actually a play that i have written. It is to bring awareness to such issues as domestic violence and alcoholisim. it has a techneque between Tyler Perry and August Wilson but is still all Sabrae Harris enjoy and let me know what you thinkChapters: | |||||||
![]() | Daddy's Little Girl | Ellis | Short Story | Poetry | 6 | 0.42 | Jun 3, 2010 |
Summary:A Sin in the family. Can a family overcome it? All feedback and comments are appreciated. I hope the story makes sense and is clear. Al Reviewers are appreciated. I learn from all of you.Chapters: | |||||||
![]() | What Are You Going to Do with a Latin Degree? (Part I of the Memory's Musings series) | D.H. Nawar | Novel | Literary Fiction | 4 | n/a | May 12, 2009 |
Summary:This is a semi-autobiographical work of fiction, in the likes of James Joyce. It is told in the first person, and the protagonist relates his adventures around Boston and New York. The hero of the story is a young man who has already gone through his Bildungsroman and knows who he is - a scholar of Greek and Latin - he just doesn't know what to do now, or what kind of job he'll get. While everyone else is in the 21st century, the protagonist views the world through a prism of marble and papyrus. The novel is divided into five parts. Part I begins in medias res (flashbacks throughout the story fill in prior details), with the protagonist graduating college and admittedly preparing to go to graduate school because he does not know what to do with his degree. Many characters are introduced, as well as preliminary Latin Grammar terms. Part II takes place during the summer before graduate school, and it ends with the protagonist moving to New York to begin the program. The main character feels trapped living in an apartment with his longtime girlfriend, but finally escapes to New York – the girlfriend representing a postmodern version of Calypso from The Odyssey. Other themes of Part II include how the Classics have influenced modern math, science, and medicine. Part III covers the first year of graduate school, introduces characters in New York, and overwhelms the reader with all the sights and sounds of America’s modern Rome. The theme of Part III is how the Classics have influenced modern art, architecture, theater and music. Part IV covers the second year of graduate school, with the main character feeling burnt out by school and living in New York. The theme of Part IV is how the Classics have influenced modern government, politics, and law. Part V concludes with the protagonist moving back to Boston and finding a job as a Latin teacher. The theme of Part V is how the Classics have influenced modern religion and philosophy. The irony is that, while the protagonist understands that his degree encompasses so many areas of knowledge, he realizes that the entire story he has been educating the reader. In the end, he becomes a teacher. Throughout the novel, allusions and references to Greek and Latin abound.Chapters: | |||||||
![]() | The Erstwhile Hearts Guild (reworked) - Ch. 1 | Allegra Zedakah | Novel | Literary Fiction | 3 | n/a | Jul 27, 2007 |
Summary:This is a story about the relationship between tragedy and necessity, and the changes we make to keep breathing.Chapters: | |||||||
![]() | The Erstwhile Hearts Guild | Allegra Zedakah | Short Story | Other | 5 | 0.42 | Jul 18, 2007 |
Summary:Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip. The familiar crunching sound of tires on the gravel driveway gave away her surprise arrival. She had planned to arrive undetected, take a look around at her former life, and if necessary, leave undetected. As she pulled up to the once-white, house with the slanted front porch and broken screen door, she was at once joyfully nostalgic and severely repulsed. Before Chris could turn off the engine and step out onto the gravel and oil driveway, Ma was already waving from the window in the big bedroom upstairs. Chris shook her head when she notice Ma wearing the same faded red, pansy-printed house dress she was wearing exactly one year before on Easter Sunday and likely every other Sunday for the last thirty years or more. The hem of this dress must have been re-sewn by Ma’s plump hands a hundred times or more and the buttons were a mere rumor, replaced by multi-colored diaper pins. Even without seeing it now, Chris could describe each frayed piece of the fabric, not only because she seen it in her mind whenever she pictured Ma, but because she’d spent so much time as a child, hiding from the world on underneath it. They met inside the house, at the bottom of the stairs and greeted one another the way they always had. No “I love you,? or “good to see you.? No touching moment and definitely no embracing, just right to the business at hand – avoidance. “Lawd chile, I ain’t know who dat was pullin’ in my driveway all fast.? Ma said, barely stopping at the foot of the staircase. “Uhn, uhn, uhn. What you doin’ wit’ ya hair now?? “All that money, - cant you pay somebody to do something with that hair?? Chris sighed. “It’s called the natural look Ma, and I did pay somebody to do this.? Uhn, we’ll you done thrown dat money away. Look like a natural mess to me. I’ put a pressin comb on it fo’ ya fo’ free.? Ma laughed. “Lawd have mercy, now I got to go upstairs an’ put some clean sheets on dat bed. Go on out back and say somethin’ to Dad.? Chris walked through the old house, through the dog’s room on the back porch and out into the back yard where Dad sat atop his ancient, red, riding mower, mowing and drinking what was almost surely corn liquor, wrapped in a brown paper bag. “Hey there, Lil Bit, what you doin’ here? Dad slurred. “You done drove all the way from New York City to help me cut all this grass.? All morning, Chris sat in the kitchen with Ma snapping peas, peeling potatoes and soaking greens. “You listen here girl, now I ain’t gonna have none of that mess you pull last year at my Easter table, you hear me?? Ma warned. “What’s past is past.? “Now, ya Mama an’ them comin.’? “Again, Ma, she is not my Mama? Chris said. “Well, she carried ya ‘round in her fo’ nine mont’s di’nt she?? Ma exclaimed. Chris started, “Ma, but she never did nothing for me….? At this, Chris was immediately shocked by her improper language, and how easily it came back to her. “She my daughter, and yo’ mama, an’ this is my house and I say she’ comin’ here to have Easter dinner wit’ us, now you just keep ya mouth shut if ya aint got nothing nice to say, hear.? ‘Ma, if she brings him again, I can’t sit at the table and act like everything is ok.? Chris explained. Ma fidgeted. “Don’t you say it.? Suddenly, Chris felt possessed. “What, Ma, that he raped me and my Mama was too high to do anything?? Ma looked around for something to hold on to and settled on a bag of flour on the. Ma said, “Don’t ya talk with dat nasty mouth in my house girl, now, I jus’ ain’t gon’ have it.? Brushing flour off her dress, Ma quietly demanded, “Now make yourself useful and go set the table.?Chapters: | |||||||

