Tag: writing challenge
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September 23, 2007 06:06 PM EDT --
“The Mare’s Nest”
© Autumn Farrington
Clare Williams and Karen Shields had been best friends forever! Both had grown up and still lived . . .
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October 23, 2007 06:22 AM EDT --
Just beginning.
Still anemic.
Still starving with this new sad hunger.
How do I know already where all of this will lead?
How do I know there is a We?
Others who feed. Others who control . . .
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June 13, 2008 03:43 PM EDT --
Poetic Asides - Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 005
Writer's Digest's Robert Brewer
editor of Writer's Market
(Prompt from 6/4/08)
I want you to write a poem about your own . . .
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April 16, 2007 03:26 AM EDT --
Abuse
You knew I was messed up,
and said you loved me anyways.
So I tried to trust, but you robbed my soul.
Did you say that so you could abuse me?
You put up with my depression and panic,
though . . .
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May 23, 2007 09:15 AM EDT --
OK, I'm accepting one of those gather writing challenges... Here's a "red in the face" moment I wrote about when I first got on gather.com. I've had many! I could . . .
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September 24, 2007 11:28 AM EDT --
Truth: Life’s Richest Claret
© 2007 Barbra L.
Life’s ensnarements
rarely bring us the rarefied joys
for which we long.
Instead they bring us tares ~
that . . .
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October 30, 2007 02:22 AM EDT --
Here is your open canvas, folks! Remember, this week you can post up to 200 words, but DO NOT go over!
Prompt: Tears and Yellow Cake
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November 20, 2007 04:51 PM EST --
Natasha's hair was dark and her eyes were the moody green of the ocean at dawn. Wearing a crimson Trapeze dress, she looks slim, leaning toward angular, and exactly right.
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September 18, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
I am a person who enjoys learning things. Well, that is not always true. We all know that the learning process can be challenging. And I can be a real jerk when concepts and supporting . . .
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October 10, 2007 12:33 PM EDT --
Sputniks: Fellow Travelers Forever
Copyright ‘07 Autumn Farrington
The cheery-faced putto in the . . .
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November 25, 2007 04:44 AM EST --
Who Done it?
An hour had passed since Ellen had found the body of her friend, Carrie, slashed and bloody, in the alley behind the club. Police and crime scene investigators were swarming . . .
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November 02, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
On Saturday night (well, technically, on Sunday morning), we "fall back" and gain an hour of time. This year, instead of trying to sleep in a while longer, let's devote that hour to . . .
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October 15, 2007 10:19 PM EDT --
I'm trying something new here -- it's all up to you guys how much action we have. :) Get ready to stretch your writing muscles and give me a super short story.
Here's a prompt . . .
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September 15, 2008 02:39 PM EDT --
This is a public repost written for the group First Line Short Story 2 . Anyone may join, but all submissions are private and may only be viewed by group members. Come join the writing fun! . . .
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November 23, 2006 06:02 PM EST --
You guys got me inspired to write a poem but I am sorry that it didn't turn out like most.
I am From
Carol Roach
The cozy comfort of a warm inviting womb
Taking my first . . .
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April 15, 2007 11:57 PM EDT --
Visits From the Past
Terror! Completely soul stealing, heart stopping terror. I had awakened with a sudden start, a shudder, there was someone standing next to my bed. I was paralyzed with fear. I could . . .
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June 04, 2007 10:09 AM EDT --
I am very fortunate, because when it came to writing for this challenge several people in my life vied for the position of person of the week. I am blessed with many family members and friends . . .
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January 30, 2008 10:04 PM EST --
His life was chaos, but in Maddy's little haven he felt in control. She was everything he needed to escape from the unbearable . . .
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January 31, 2008 11:15 PM EST --
"AAAAAHHH-choooo!"
My husband and I grimaced at each other before we leapt into action.
. . .
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August 02, 2006 03:21 PM EDT --
Her eyes are smoky, dark. It is as if clouds swirl over the moon. I see flashes of an unusually high intelligence, even across the train where I stand holding a pole swaying to the motions of gliding and . . .
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