Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Inspiration to Write Again

Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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The Greenville Bazaar

The Greenville Bazaar was a massive charity shop that was located at the very start of main street. According to local tradition, main street started at the base of the massive concrete levee and ended on concrete steps of the courthouse. Anyway, as soon as I entered the building I felt a sense of wonder come over me. I felt a sudden sense of joy come over me.

Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-5-
Downtown Greenville

Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-3-
Heather Elizabeth Croft

Magnolia Blooms & Sakura Petals
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-1-
Carpe Diem

Sandcastles, Boiled Shrimp, and Gentle Gulf Breezes
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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The Open Highway
Somewhere Between New Orleans, Louisiana and Mobil, Alabama

A few weeks ago my life had flashed before my eyes. I'd been forced to cosplay as a Confederate Rifleman for a dumb Civil War reenactment by my tyrant father. In the course of the reenactment I'd developed a second degree sunburn, was bitten by a venomous snake, became dehydrated, and finally the cherry on the sundae was the fact that I had to spend three weeks in the hospital.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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The First Phone Call Home

I decided not to venture into the “Eden Cafe” from the outside looking in. I could see two dozen white men in greasy overalls gathering around a few broken down tables. No doubt they were holding a fellowship breakfast for the local branch of the Ku Klux Klan. And by no means did I want to be the guest speaker or be invited to semi-weekly cross burning. I'll take my chances somewhere else.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Fight or Flight

I took a deep breath and peered across the table at my cousin. Who seemed more focused on her plate of fried catfish and okra than looking at me. Finally she noticed me and then without thinking she eased her piece of fried fish down and looked at me.

“Something on your mind?” Mary Grace said as she peered at me.

Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

-4-
Breakfast with Mom

Sailor Moon was what I considered my gateway anime. It was the anime that got me addicted to the colorful and often vibrant world of Japanese Animation. It had also been mom's favorite anime. Something I never knew about mom was that she was something of a prototype gamer girl. I guess I should have known that because her old bedroom at grandmother's house still had an old Nintendo 64 and an old VHS player hooked up.

Rascal's First Halloween
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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BigCloset TopShelf, Fajitas, and Sailor Moon

The Carnival of Time
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction
I am not claiming ownership of the Legend of Zelda

Fado took a deep breath and peered toward me. I could tell she was a little annoyed. Finally though after a few tense moments she started to speak, and when she spoke it was a tone that reminded me of my mother. Indeed mother had used the same tone of voice when she wanted to explain something to me that often flew over my head.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Benton Academy
Benton Academy was a private, mostly white, mostly protestant, Christian school that only allowed the sons and daughters of the bourgeoisie of Benton to become students. The academy had started off as a segregation academy. The academy had started when a group of Benton's leading businessmen decided that they would not send their children to the newly desegregated public schools. Among those businessmen had been my grandfather Sherman Potter.

Where the Sunflowers Grow
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Boulevard of Broken Dreams

The mall was filled with shoppers this rainy afternoon. From where I was sitting, on a wooden bench under a planted palm tree that seemed odd out of place in Mississippi I noticed that every one of them held some kind of bag. Delightful smells drifted down from the food court. The smells caused my stomach to growl, reminding me that I'd skipped breakfast and the hamburger steak I had for supper last night had long since left me.

When evil rises from the weak minds of the world.
Look into your heart and let your love unfurl.
Take up the mantle, take up the fight
Champion against the wrong, battle to defend what is right.
Summon the love, for all the world to see
The HIGH SCHOOL SENTAI, Cherry Jubilee!

Dinner was a bit…awkward.

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Cracker Barrel 

Emily The Dunking Booth Mermaid
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl!” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman
Book One of Emily's Prom Story Arc

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Prom Committee

Emily and the Phantom Nurse
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I became a Girl!” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Our Lady of The Manchester River

Princess of the Duelist Kingdom
by
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Shake her Hand

“That is more than enough.” The voice called out. The voice belonged to a young woman, who judging by her height, and her fashion choice was at least four years older than me. She was dressed in a cream colored top, and a black, pleated leather skirt, leather boots completed the outfit. Her violet colored hair reached down to her shoulders.

“Shake her hand, you both fought a good duel.” She commanded.

Emily Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Wrapping Up.

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent my Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Easter Dinner

Nothing really happen for the rest of he day. Despite going to a Catholic Private School, Aunt Flora and I decided to skip going to Easter Sunday Mass. After breakfast Aunt Flora went to get her morning shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The rest of the day was spent with Aut Flora napping and I reading. Dinner was of course the mutton joint that had been stewing away for a good seven and a half hours now.

Emily's Easter Sunday
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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Easter Morning Breakfast

I took a deep breath as I walked into the kitchen. According to the calendar that was pinned to the wall in the hallway, today was 'Easter Sunday' not that it meant anything to me. I don't really consider myself a 'Christian'. True, I'm enrolled in a semi-private Roman Catholic Academy, but that was Aunt Flora's decision not mine. Plus she often boasted that she had the headmaster under her thumb.

The Manchester Early Summer Carnival
A “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: I Became a Girl” Gaiden
by
Rebecca Coleman

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Sights and Sounds!

In the Episcopal Church, Confirmation is supposed to be a sacrament of initiation that strengthens the grace we have received at our Baptism, it is supposed to be a marking of a deepening of one's own personal commitment to a Christian life. In the bourgeoisie South it's seen as kind of a social stepping stone. A young girl's Confirmation is often seen as a foreshadowing to her own Debutant Ball. A girl from a bourgeois family would often be Confirmated at age twelve, and at age sixteen or seventeen she would become a debutante. What is a debutante?