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Matt O'NeillSometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn'd love,But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another,(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd,Yet out of that I have written these songs.)- Walt WhitmanSometimes with One I Love.Bear Bag The bony red fingers of a rock formation clutched at the sky to her left and the lazy tongue of a glacier lingered in the shadows of a distant mountain. She thou...

Matt O'NeillLanguage of the Blind Ray Williams and his female accomplice, whose identity was not yet known, had held up a grain factory the day before and were heading South East. For the last week they'd kept ahead of the law by a few hours as they played connect-the-robberies with ten rural towns in the area. They weren't following any trajectory that the FBI could figure out and changed cars about five times daily. Everyone in town was on edge; the chief of police had deputized all out of ...

The Second Burial of Marian Connelly by Matt O'Neill April 3, 1996 Third Draft FADE IN:EXT. KLAUGMAN'S PHARMACY--DAY--MARIAN It is 1962. The sun shines on the small town store front. Marian trots into the frame and enters the pharmacy. She is wearing a white sundress--the model of innocence.INT. PHARMACY--MARIAN & MR. KLAUGMAN Klaugman is wearing a white smock and stands behind the ice cream bar. He smiles at the young girl. Marian hops onto one of the stools. KLAUGMAN Morning, Marian. MARIA...