Tag: wwe
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November 21, 2009 08:41 AM EST --
Prompts for November 18th, due by next week, November 25th.
Either start or end your piece with, " I am dead serious ."
Something needs to be torn in half.
Reference a store . . .
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November 18, 2009 04:56 PM EST --
“We’re free from Crown and Bishop here.”
“And from soldiers defending us.”
“We fight alone.”
So they marched to rescue their captured friend—a . . .
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July 29, 2009 01:59 PM EDT --
I loved her but love makes you blind. I didn’t ask. She didn’t tell. Her strangely fearsome hell.
Today, I’d question everything and risk whatever loss, except I’ve . . .
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October 28, 2009 01:08 PM EDT --
The waves’ sweet susurration sounded softly in his ears. His tears blended with sea-salt spray portending eventide. The man who watched the waters turned away, his thoughts for sorrow and the . . .
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November 11, 2009 03:12 AM EST --
Note: I had just written the whole thing but got the 'page not found error.' I had not copied it before trying to post. Glitchy, glitchy glitchy.
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My soul is blood, my life . . .
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November 11, 2009 07:15 PM EST --
Sea and sky colored dismal in fading light draining to speckled haze.
“Don’t like it here,” said Emma watching Mayflower’s wavering form.
“Tough.” . . .
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June 03, 2009 06:54 PM EDT --
There’s smoothness divided in raiment that deceives, sharp softness hiding knife-blades underneath. Look in her eyes and see how she despises you. “Feed me; I’ll be your prize and sing . . .
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July 16, 2009 05:36 PM EDT --
Fear is a river with no escape, tumbling out of control to the waiting sea. Fear splashes wider whenever you turn, and fear drowns. So David, floundering in uncertainty, knew he was drowning for sure. . . .
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August 19, 2009 06:26 PM EDT --
“Turn left,” says he.
“How far is it now?”
“Be less if you turned the right way.” His eyes start to frown.
Her fingers tense round the steering wheel as she feels . . .
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August 26, 2009 08:53 PM EDT --
Five minutes freewrite???
His most august majesty sits above us, cool in his shade while we broil in the heat down below. A lazy movement implies no procrastination, no prevarication now, don’t . . .
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October 14, 2009 04:53 PM EDT --
Sir Geoffrey, swashbuckler, waved his sword as he rode, sweet Emily’s ribbons and lace trailing from the hilt. A happy smile decorated his handsome face, and the only sign of harm was the color . . .
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October 22, 2009 01:36 AM EDT --
“ 'Your world is as big as you make it.' ”
Ginny slammed down her homework by the computer. “How the *** do I write about that?”
“Speak nicely Ginny,” said her . . .
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October 27, 2009 03:43 PM EDT --
As many of you know, nanowrimo is almost upon us. I'm all signed up, got a writing buddy (my daughter, who "won" last year). Been working out by drawing up characters, world-building and... attempting . . .
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August 14, 2009 12:32 AM EDT --
“Mom always said Granny wanted me to have this when she died. D’you remember the story? How Grandpa was waiting till he could afford a real diamond. Then Granny fell in love and they bought . . .
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September 16, 2009 05:04 PM EDT --
“Right, let’s get everything out on the table,” said Jen.
Mac, ever faithful, emptied his pockets of new pencils and ancient cracker crumbs.
“That’s not what I meant.” . . .
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July 13, 2009 04:32 PM EDT --
The difference can barely be described
not three years ago
his days all looked the same
lethargy shrouded everything
in a gray life gasping for meaning
absurdity strangling it in choke-hold. . . .
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September 02, 2009 06:52 PM EDT --
I wiped away your locks when they were burnt sienna, I wiped away your locks when they were bleached sand, I wipe away your locks now that they are as rum punch;
I blessed your bow mouth and . . .
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November 20, 2009 12:55 AM EST --
I've got my gardening . . .
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June 18, 2009 12:27 AM EDT --
White-haired Zinnia led the way, scrambling over rocks and rubble to the child. We watched, knowing our world was already lost.
“This one,” Zinnia said. Red-haired Columbine held the bag. . . .
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July 01, 2009 03:06 PM EDT --
A perfectionist
biting nails
breathing inside the oyster
turning pages of
self-defeating thoughts
with fear of disapproval
if others see their flaws
protecting . . .
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