Tag: word challenge
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June 01, 2008 06:59 PM EDT --
My daughter went on vacation last week
and left me at home all alone.
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March 09, 2007 07:10 AM EST --
"Mr. B! Mr. B! Where is Mr. B? Mr. B said to meet me here at 12 noon. What have you done with him?" The young man's mouth was agape; he was astonished Mr. B. would have broken his promise. . . .
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December 31, 2007 04:57 PM EST --
Met amorphosis . . .
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January 11, 2008 02:02 AM EST --
TALL - T ALE
Being no ones v ale ntine, the br ale ss, v ale ntudinary, magd ale n
Formerly an unt ale nted ale wife, inh ale d and exh ale d slowly
Turning the p ale st white, she b ale . . .
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January 15, 2008 08:03 PM EST --
To Rise Again
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Storms w eat hered
Mistakes made
Sadness rep eat ed
B eat en down
Def eat ed
To rise again
Delin eat ed br eat h . . .
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January 23, 2008 06:32 PM EST --
Surreal
Anxiety
Emptiness swirls
Like a vapored fog
Enclosing
Smothering
Crushing
No breath
To obtain
Sinking
Yet caught
By loving arms
. . .
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September 23, 2006 07:06 AM EDT --
Determined to keep my promise to myself, else I'll have to eat humble pie, I clean my house. My wonderful family has been helping me, and so have the women I pay my hard-earned money to, to create . . .
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May 15, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Ah, a simple life of simple pleasures,
tucked under the cool, crisp sheets,
cats at my feet, under comforter of down,
rear window open, spring breeze, a zephyr
blowing in, keeping cool my brow, . . .
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March 05, 2008 06:07 PM EST --
"There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings."
"Hey, what about this one for the . . .
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March 17, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
While the rest of her office sank their teeth into buttered croissants, Esme painted her nails. As noon hour loomed and workers wrapped up projects, heading for lunch, Esme chatted . . .
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . .
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May 19, 2008 05:19 AM EDT --
It was one of those rare moments where Tom had time to himself, and he crept into his old den to remember: he remembered when the walls were brown on grey and his guitar propped up the corner, when the . . .
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May 26, 2008 11:12 AM EDT --
Back to the 100 Word Challenge . . . with our new theme: " A scene through someone's eyes ". As always . . . EXACTLY 100 words, not one word more and not one word less.
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March 27, 2006 01:32 PM EST --
Forgotten people
packed away in suitcase dreams
treasure their lost keys
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June 06, 2006 07:28 PM EDT --
pure evil
that painted
whore
in our bed
her children, bound to ours
that dark night, your soul
thrashes upon a sea of unknowing
your black soul cries misery
upon your bones wracked in pain
now
your torment-knotted . . .
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September 13, 2006 11:39 AM EDT --
burned the midnight oil,
up with the Robin,
daughter off to school,
back on Gather,
buzz on the airwaves,
before a long day at work,
not home again til late,
a few more minutes of sleep,
sunk into the . . .
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February 19, 2007 06:34 AM EST --
Time flies when you're young,
with so much to see and do
before bedtime sneaks up on you.
Time stalls when you're a teen,
waiting for that license and a date
while feeling that you're doing . . .
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February 27, 2007 10:57 PM EST --
Michelle started out the day as normally as she always did. She heard the alarm blaring out her favorite music. She sat up slowly, stretched and yawned, and went to the kitchen. There she had her every . . .
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April 02, 2007 07:02 AM EDT --
Mirabelle looked glum. Her eyes were downcast, her mouth downturned. I asked what was wrong. She said nothing.
I walked away. A tear fell from Mirabelle's eyes.
"What is it, hon? Is he . . .
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January 23, 2008 03:38 PM EST --
M ORE
FANTASY
Commod ore C ore y Mo ore
Captain of a childhood Dream,
Sailed upon multi-col ore d leaves
In an ocean, that was a stream
Enam ore d with the . . .
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