And she drew my face down and pressed her lips against mine to stop my words. Her lips were cold, but they hung upon mine. I too was perfectly cold, as of mortal chill. 43 more words
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All the King’s Men (1946) by Robert Penn Warren
Between the ages of 10 and 13, I went to LSU’s baseball camp every summer in Baton Rogue, Louisiana. 1,116 more words
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Story Analysts, such as myself, often use the work “amateur” when writing about or discussing scripts. “This reads like an amateur script…” Or, “Such-and-such is clearly an amateur writer.” So, do we mean this in the pejorative sense?