Tag: gather writing essentials
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February 26, 2009 02:54 AM EST --
This piece was born a few hours ago as a mad rush of musings on what Life has gifted through the many sorrows it has thrown at me.
It is dedicated to a man with a spirit as towering and tough as his . . .
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October 28, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
Gather Writing Essentials. Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
Use the following prompts:
Use a word that most readers would have to look up in the dictionary.
Reference a religious holiday . . .
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February 27, 2009 10:20 AM EST --
Hi y'all, its me, Dixie Black. Since I moved back here last year, I've noticed that not too much has changed in this burg, even the faces seem the same. But that can't be true, can it? . . .
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March 03, 2009 02:00 PM EST --
1. How many magnets do you have on your refrigerator and what are they?
Geez Louise, this old thing is covered with them, each tackier than the last. None are my own, except for the heart shaped . . .
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July 04, 2009 10:29 AM EDT --
In the summer of 1972, during the beginning of my mid-pubescent, all important summer vacation, my parents did the unspeakable. They took me on a cross country trip that lasted the entire month . . .
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July 18, 2008 02:15 PM EDT --
I sat alone in the small café, trying to appear worldly and confident enough in myself to have dinner alone. After all, lots of people eat alone. I, myself, had seen many a woman sitting at a table . . .
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July 15, 2008 12:15 PM EDT --
I brush crumbs to the floor
to make way for paper and pen,
wondering why
I'm left with the remains
of someone's late night sandwich
when all I want to do is
. . .
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February 25, 2009 09:30 PM EST --
Trying to get up from the rocking chair, Mrs. Inid Weatherly wished she were younger.
Not 20 but not 82.
Her barely middle aged mind shouldn't be trapped in this old body.
Her joints . . .
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May 20, 2008 06:20 AM EDT --
Your Breath
fills me;
. . .
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June 08, 2008 04:16 PM EDT --
So many times
she would pray
for a touch
a tear
a sign
she was alive,
and
so . . .
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June 05, 2008 08:08 AM EDT --
May the light guide you,
infuse your being,
calm your fears,
guide you through the storm;
May joyful days find you,
filling you with laughter,
. . .
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June 09, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
What is it about fear
that causes us to hold it close like a lover?
We embrace it,
trust it, let it ingrain our very beings
until we are paralyzed,
and in that inability to move,
we feel safe. . . .
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June 13, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
Time is precious,
not to be wasted;
Life is sweet,
meant to be tasted;
Why wither away
our moments?
The time for living is now!
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October 30, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
The Closet --- FWE, October 30, 2009, Nancy L.
When I was little, Dad never talked about the war. He'd joined young, as had his brothers and the only thing he told me, was never to go . . .
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November 19, 2009 05:25 AM EST --
"I am dead serious," were his last words. He had been trying to tell a clerk in the E.R. that he was having a heart attack. The clerk was getting ready to go on a smoking break, . . .
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March 04, 2009 09:49 AM EST --
Dear Quiet one,
Hi. I'm a little embarrassed to be writing you, without even knowing your name, but know that this is for you, not your more outgoing sister. You don't know me, but my name . . .
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September 20, 2007 10:22 AM EDT --
When I was in fourth grade, my mother got fed up with the Catholic school we were attending. She hadn’t been happy with the previous Catholic school either. Religion was taught by fear and intimidation. . . .
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June 24, 2008 12:21 PM EDT --
Walls closing in,
pressing,
squeezing the life
out of one
who once lived well
dancing on paved streets,
laughing . . .
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February 27, 2009 02:07 PM EST --
Everyone has their demons. Usually there is a way to shut them out, but it's impossible when it's your twin sister and you share a fused hip socket and a few vital organs. And it's a real . . .
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June 25, 2009 02:06 PM EDT --
Farrah, you truly were an angel, With your blond locks And, model good looks No one saw past your smile Or saw your grace. You were once and always a pretty face. . . .
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