Diana's Short Stories

You get a kind of impatience with their locked ranks, until you come out on some high, windy dome and see river banks, and brook borders; up open swales of dribbling springs; swarm over old moraines; circle the peaty swamps and part and meet about clean still lakes; persisting to the door of the storm chambers, tall priests to pray for rain. 

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The farm had been a wild sort of place until the grandmother took hold of it and tamed it. She had them build a line of white fence palings, between the house and the grass-grown mountain road.  Above the whitewashed fence, a row of sunflowers nodded and within was a line of sweet peas. In front of the house, were two long flower beds, bordered with mignonette. In one was heliotrope, in the other flowering red geraniums. 

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Strange's night of rest was not as restful as he'd hoped. He had to wait until the next day to see if the Santa Maria del Pilar still had not sailed. He went up onto the deck and searched the harbour with his glasses. There was, but one sailing boat taking in cargo, and she a brigantine named the Richard, with the Norwegian flag painted on her sides. 

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She had just found herself talking to one of these extraordinary people, whom she had watched that afternoon. An airman. There was something about the word that seemed mysterious, uncanny. Perhaps, centuries ago, simple maidens found something as arresting in the term "A seaman"? But this was an airman! 

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Fifteen years ago, I came here with my Lily. We sat by a lake and then I begged her to marry me. I saw her in her shoe, and in the dragonfly my love and desire. I thought if the dragonfly sat on the leaf with the red flower, she would say "Yes". But the dragonfly didn't settle anywhere.

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Despite the passage of time, she is as quick with her hands as ever. She had once been a renowned beauty, and now, in her old age, she is still beautiful, with an air of grace. "Spare and tall," her hair is "abundant, although silvery" and her figure is "still erect." She wears a dark dress that is "spotlessly neat" and her "dark print gown".

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Steve's father stated, "May I remind you that you are not going to be playing football or baseball there. You are going to be studying there. I want you to remember that you have two years to prepare yourself for college and that if you are not ready then, you do not go. You can’t be playing football and tennis, your main courses. Now, for a change, have a look at the studies in front of you and don’t let me hear anything more about."

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In a faraway castle, lived a boy named Halvor. He was a lazy boy, and would not work, but just sat among the ashes. His parents sent him away, to learn several things, but Halvor stayed nowhere, for when he had been gone two or three days, he always ran away from his master, hurried off home, and sat down in the chimney corner, to grub among the ashes again.

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Cook turned northwards, in order to get better weather and then to push

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The radiance of the stars is a symbol of the power of knowledge, and of the possibility of the future, of conquering the darkness once again. It is more than a star to us, it is the points of light that bear man's thoughts, hopes, and dreams.

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