Quiction Challenge - Here Today, Gone Tamale
Alejandra, the coatimundi that runs that bodega on eighteenth and hemingway where i get my tamales once a month, used to work as a pool cleaner and says there are bathroom cleaners she can't use if she doesn't want to lose her lunch--something about finding
Memoirs of Shadow Dire Husky Chapter 1: Birth of a Sadist
I loved all kinds of books; from hemingway, to capote, to even rowling. i was getting lost in my little harry potter fantasy when i saw a rather large winged insect landed on my book.
The Analog Kid
He truly enjoyed his trips down to the florida keys where ernest hemingway lived, the spring training in sunrise with the major-league teams who would practice there in preparation for the season and the son cubano bands who played in miami's little havana
Force Ten
Javier was santiago, hemingway's fisherman in "the old man and the sea" and the experience of being inside a hurricane would be his marlin, his great catch to brag about for future generations.
Red, White, and Blue Chapter 4
When alex said "a cat named stephanie hemingway", elise felt a liberty bell-style crack form down her heart, and the practical side of her brain seemed to be mercilessly tearing down her emotional side.
Red, White, and Blue Chapter 7
But natalya found refuge in the most unexpected of places: the hemingway household.
Hawt Proxy Part 1
I'm stephanie hemingway. i'm a fairly skinny white cat with long, straight black hair and green eyes. some people say i'm cute, but i don't know.
Impulse
"yes i do, i was disruptive in class, very disrespectful and i spoke badly about hemingway or whoever," edgar noted as his fingers tapped along his knees.
The Gryphon's Feather-Chapter 13
No wonder i didn't fin jonas hemingway on the internet. but maybe jason morgan should be. i'll get my answers. well some of them anyways. brooke heard her husband thomas enter through the front door of their house, "honey, you home?"
The Parents
Ernest hemingway, right?" kit closed the window. carlen nodded, "yeah, i'll get a good site up about him.
Surface (Chapter 4)
They may have seemed, still protected her head like a hard hat so she couldn't have shot herself in the head, she hadn't been comfortable with the freudian connotations of a gun barrel in her mouth and wouldn't have wanted to do herself in the same way hemingway
I Shot an Arrow
"i hate hemingway..." two moons laughed loud enough to disturb some of the night birds.