By Mitchell Miller
| I Never Knew She Could Walk | I never knew Charlene could walk, until we walked around Tyrone Mall. |
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| Flight | see: Can You Write Three Minutes of Fiction? |
| Remembering Ellen | When nice is not enough. |
| Sixth Avenue Story | Poem about Amy, who lived on Sixth Avenue. |
| The Bank | Training to be a professional pontificator. |
| Practice | Timed writing samples. |