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a dose from the Corteses: December 2013
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A dose from the Corteses. The season in photos. 9834;♫ There's a light that shines on everyone, Burning brighter everyday. For the souls who search for peace on earth.It's the Christmas Star that lights the way ♪♫. The Sunday before Christmas we had dinner at Maribago Bluewater Resort. They had this fountain area filled with lighted white parols. It was so lovely, the boys just had to take a picture underneath the stars. 9834;♫ For every year the Christmas tree,Brings to us all both joy and glee. On 9:17...
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a dose from the Corteses: happy birthday my love
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A dose from the Corteses. Happy birthday my love. Posted by A.Cortes. On 11:29 PM under celebrations. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Get the flash player here: http:/ www.adobe.com/flashplayer. Tête - à - twêet. Drawing inspiration from his little boys and wife. Mostly about topics on family, fatherhood, about architecture and the arts. Know more about TONI. On our about us page. On our about us page. Touched by an angel. Happy birthday my love. Share a dose with. Design by Free CSS Templates.
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a dose from the Corteses: March 2014
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A dose from the Corteses. Usually gets left behind when everyone is busy. Updating it on a weekly basis just does not get squeeze in the schedule. So February went by without us sharing our trip to Sumilon Island. And our early five day summer trip to Boracay. And the culprit, for the busy excuse. business. Yes, business is booming and I mean projects have been keeping me sane and insane. We got two residential projects on the way, one just started with the stake out. To view other works. Tête - à - twêet.
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Vengeance | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. Laquo; Mess Hall. Pink Balloons ». November 13, 2006. I finally found the vile creature that took my son. Her coffin I lay open under the pale moonlight. Her serene countenance belies the pitiless temptress within. Her youthful visage hides centuries of murder. North winds breathe a cold gale. But I tremble in rage. This wooden dagger unleashed. This short story originally appears in Paperbag Writes. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Mess Hall | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. Laquo; The Last Job. November 10, 2006. Jake army trainee. Former classmate of Tess. Tess army trainee. Former classmate of Jake. 2:13 AM. Mess Hall, Training Camp, Fort Miner. Tess is sitting on the mess table, brooding. Jake enters, notices Tess, gets a glass of water from the dispenser, takes one sip, approaches Tess. Tess doesn’t look up. A short pause before Tess looks up. Returns her gaze to the table. Pointing to the chair). Jake takes one more sip. Exhales deeply. Tess: I c...
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November | 2006 | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. Archive for November, 2006. November 13, 2006. I finally found the vile creature that took my son. Her coffin I lay open under the pale moonlight. Her serene countenance belies the pitiless temptress within. Her youthful visage hides centuries of murder. North winds breathe a cold gale. But I tremble in rage. This wooden dagger unleashed. This short story originally appears in Paperbag Writes. November 10, 2006. Jake army trainee. Former classmate of Tess. Pointing to the chair).
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March | 2007 | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. Archive for March, 2007. March 9, 2007. The Arrival of Morning. I’m not gonna miss this meteor shower, says Chonita as she lies down on the blanket with her digital camera, some Mr. Chips and her iPod. Eyes closed, she thinks about the praises she’ll get when she shows the pictures to her class. Suddenly she hears Wake up, Sweetie! It’s Mom. Breakfast is getting cold. The Agony of Defeat. Arms crossed with eagle eyes glued to the screen, Victor prepares for a final round of.
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An Excerpt | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. July 12, 2007. From Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. Neal Brose normally sits up front in English, slap bang in the middle. Said Unborn Twin,. Take the bastard’s seat. You owe it to him. So I did. David Ockeridge, who sits next to Neal Brose, chose a seat farther back. But Clive Pike, of all people, put his bag next to me. Anyone sitting here? Clive Pike’s breath smells of cheese’n’onion Outer Spacers, but who cares? The slap and slide of chalk’s a reassuring sound. If I asked y...
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The Final Visit | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. May 4, 2007. The ceiling fan greets me with its incessant humming. Thirteen days since the stroke, I’ve been lying here on this bed, just waiting. I look beside me and I see him standing there. Not a good sign. You, I say to him. But he doesn’t answer. You have come for me, I continue, at last. Yes, he replies. I understand. I look away to the window. It doesn’t offer much comfort. How many have you taken? I ask him. How many since since that day? I don’t know. I’ve lost count.
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Hinumdum | Paperbag Stories
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Tales you can recycle. Laquo; Pink Balloons. January 29, 2007. He said it’s inevitable. Almost forty per cent of people my age eventually succumb to it. But he could be wrong, he admitted it. It could be something else. Maybe Some of my doctors have been wrong before. This one could be wrong too. Because I feel fine. At least I would like to think so. What day is it today? What year is it? I’m sure it was Thursday yesterday. Make it come back, Doctor! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER? Just let me sleep. Address neve...
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