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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Another Story for Another Writer

Hey, all around great guy Todd Wheeler has got another one out there. And with that second link you can read it online. Congrats Todd. Sure, it's not genre, but hey, everybody has a past, right?

2 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Thanks Steve!

Yeah, I've got a lot of past on floppy disks in a proprietary format for a Panasonic word processor/typewriter. Hopefully they'll stay past.

Steve Buchheit said...

No worries, Todd. You might want to convert those while you can. You just never know when you're going to need it.