Tag: writing prompt
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November 03, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
It wasn’t a usual morning. The sunlight peeped through the blinds forcing Maria to open her eyes. The queen size bed looked bigger than she remembered. The cool breeze made . . .
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July 24, 2007 11:03 PM EDT --
I want to get back to writing. Honing in and hunkering down and spitting the words out. And so...every Tuesday...."yeah right" I hear you saying...I will do this. But it is twue it's twue...I . . .
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October 30, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
Reading about Amy’s prompt, about ‘October’ brought back feelings, emotions I’ve felt this whole month. I’ve craved to go home, be with my parents, and spend time with . . .
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February 18, 2008 03:23 PM EST --
A writing group I belong to recently had this fun writing prompt. The goal was to mimic the haiku-like catchphrase found in the best-selling new book "In Defense of Food." On the cover, author . . .
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December 12, 2007 11:31 PM EST --
Mable fumed when she saw Charlie return home with a tarantula. Hoping it would be a goldfish she convinced herself to let him go with his dad to the pet store on his fifth birthday. Another glance at . . .
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December 20, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
In response to the writing prompt: Describe a defining moment in your life which made you question or solidify your belief in God or a higher power or something more than what we see . . .
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June 18, 2008 01:20 PM EDT --
This article will update, as articles continue to come into the group and are Featured and/or Notable.
Featured today:
Annamaria's Secret (Wednesday Writing Essentials)
by . . .
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June 18, 2008 02:06 PM EDT --
I see you across the room...with her...the one I despise with all of my being. She smiles at you and bats her eyes like she has something special to offer. You smile back and take it . . .
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June 21, 2008 10:26 AM EDT --
Leonardo strutted into the sunlight. Cameras flashed. Children fed him treats. He was gracious as always, but he looked out in the yard at Jack Donkey in envy. He was already loaded with packages, ready . . .
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September 10, 2008 12:55 AM EDT --
It's not too terribly difficult for me to remember what I was doing on September 11 th , 2001. It was the day I knew my life had been spared. For what? I'm learning about that each and every day. . . .
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October 03, 2008 04:14 AM EDT --
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
You don't think of . . .
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September 23, 2008 02:17 AM EDT --
I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Coldplay - A Rush of Blood to the Head
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December 10, 2007 05:24 PM EST --
Lately I've noticed a surfeit of "Writer's Block" articles on Gather lately. I don't know if it's because Christmas is looming on the horizon or Thanksgiving recently passed . . .
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October 05, 2007 11:06 PM EDT --
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November 21, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
Tempera men tal " Men "
I realized my predica men t when my mind com men ced with worri men t.
I've thought of all sorts of men , from cattle men with taut abdo men s to . . .
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January 09, 2008 09:03 PM EST --
I want my own burger, why can't I have my own?
Honey, we've already talked about this in the car, please don't make a scene.
I don't care, I want my own. I'm tired of sharing. . . .
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May 30, 2008 11:28 AM EDT --
10:13 in the morning. I'm waiting for the phone to ring. Mother's house was always immaculate. Aunt Peggy is outside, now, looking at the hydrangeas, wondering . . .
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July 02, 2008 01:55 AM EDT --
A cut-n-paste from my earlier writing, but prompted to publish at Gather thanks to KEO and her writing prompt .
On the beach to the Baltic Sea , a saltwater body that eventually divests . . .
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August 08, 2006 02:59 PM EDT --
Geisha faces
I see
Floating
In the pine trees.
Willow women
Swaying gracefully,
In the breeze.
The storms at sea
On her sleeve
Roll on
As she beckons me,
Her snow white hand
Gestures slowly
Achingly . . .
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August 08, 2006 03:42 PM EDT --
The Messenger
Artwork glittered along the Seine
Lips leaned toward me, the steam between
Carring her words to my ear:
Vous êtes très belle, ma chère,
She purred and the winter fell away. . . .
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