| Alice goes back into the Wonderland, charged by a new monarch to figure out the disappearances of classic denizens across the kingdom one by one. She laughs, she cries, she bakes a ham and falls in love with a different ham. |
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 1
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Toyhood - An Essay In the pilot episode, my parents share equal screen time. Mom has her back to the camera, hair permed into a controlled sphere, doing dishes at the sink and talking to me off camera in a sweet, but not matronizing, voice. Mom was never one for baby talk-she respected my childhood but respected herself, too. The image of her wearing a yellow turtleneck under a knitted raspberry vest still sticks in my mind out of sheer hilarity, because, I mean, seriously: what is that? The view wobbles, and there I stand, a little three year old with blonde curls and a confused (or perhaps gassy) look about me as I possessively hang oToyhood - An Essay
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Sunny Disposish - Chapter 15Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell. Edna St. Vincent MillaySunny Disposish - Chapter 15
Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting-grounds. He will hunt among these hills during the next moon, so he has told me. Rudyard Kipling
Now that she was in his house--for though her name was on the title and deed and legally the place was erstwhile the Hatter's, she firmly believed it was still his--A
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Alice is Dead - A Zombie Story Alice is dead. "Mom." She keeps walking forward, and I've got the book in my hands, and I'm quietly going "Mooom," like she's an errant three year old, and then again a bit more of a whispered warning, "Mo-ther," not in that embarrassed teenager way, namely because I'm twenty, but because she's off wandering around in a funeral home and I'm left standing at the very empty back of the viewing room. It's a big pastel room without any chairs, and at one end of it, right smack in the middle, is Alice. We arAlice is Dead - A Zombie Story
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WCMI Halloween Story The crash that came from the kitchen was what finally arrested her attention, nevermind that she had been faithfully trying to ignore overtures of effort for the last ten minutes. Alice set her needlepoint aside, rose, and gracefully harked to the sound of someone breaking and entering her house. She was only of slight concern: this was not uncommon, but these loud noises tended to indicate some distress above and beyond what she usually wound up hearing about. She found him sulking in one of the hardback chairs, all smooshed down like someone had crossed his arms for him inWCMI Halloween Story
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"Who, then, was the real Emily Dickinson? Daughter of New England in chaste service to her poetry, or backstabbing gorgon who doctored your bowling score when you went to get more nachos?"
Emily Dickinson, Jerk of Amherst - Andy Borowitz
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"Who, then, was the real Emily Dickinson? Daughter of New England in chaste service to her poetry, or backstabbing gorgon who doctored your bowling score when you went to get more nachos?"
Emily Dickinson, Jerk of Amherst - Andy Borowitz
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"Who, then, was the real Emily Dickinson? Daughter of New England in chaste service to her poetry, or backstabbing gorgon who doctored your bowling score when you went to get more nachos?"
Emily Dickinson, Jerk of Amherst - Andy Borowitz
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