Tag: writing
group name: flashandshine
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April 17, 2007 07:46 PM EDT --
Thomas's mother decided to take him to the doctor the next day and have him checked out even though he seemed to be fine in the morning. She had sat and watched him the rest of the night. It was the . . . more
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April 17, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
Thomas! Thomas! Where are you?" his mother called. She had called him twice from the house but he never came so she went down the garden to look for him. She saw his shoes before she even got to the . . . more
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December 07, 2006 07:06 PM EST --
“Wintry Reign”
Cold blustery snow
Lace rugged
Fir trees
in minutes. . .
Freezing temperatures
Ice highways
And country lanes
in seconds. . . . more
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August 04, 2006 07:08 PM EDT --
There comes a time in most peoples' lives that requires we look back before we can take another step forward. It is the time to truly look at ourselves for the very first time; without the lies . . . more
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November 13, 2007 10:33 AM EST --
I know, like any other writer, how frustrating it is when you want to write something and nothing rings a bell. Sometimes you have a beginning not an end. Sometimes the . . . more
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March 19, 2007 06:27 PM EDT --
March winds
Are blowing now;
Rich with freshness and
Chilled with a fervor that
Heralds springtime's season.
Winds blow with
Isorhythmic patterns that echo at the
Nub of many . . . more
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February 19, 2008 12:03 AM EST --
It was a new day. For Sierra, it was time to explore a new land up on the Magic Faraway tree.
"The Land-Of-Whatever-You-Want will be coming tomorrow." Moon-Face . . . more
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January 10, 2007 03:06 PM EST --
“On a Clear Day”
Today, January 10, 2007, I can write the same thing about the weather that I had written in a journal on August 18, 2006, five months later . . . more
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March 03, 2007 05:01 PM EST --
Edward sat at the dinner table wondering how to present this to Marian.
Time was of the essence for he knew that she would be home soon
And she would know by the look on his face that . . . more
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July 05, 2008 10:11 AM EDT --
Birth
This is the deepest of all partings,
Foreshadowing reunions and re-partings:
The first breath,
The found thumb,
The day you walked,
and walked away,
I saw . . . more
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January 29, 2007 11:50 AM EST --
“Mommy, what will be my legstasee?”
“You’re what, dear?”
“My legstacee. Grandma said we all had one and that you would be hers!”
For the life of me, . . . more
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September 30, 2006 05:33 PM EDT --
Before he died
he asked for a bowl of strawberries.
He knew he should not have them
But he said
"What the heck -
Death is coming no matter what
I eat."
So I went down by the . . . more
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December 21, 2006 09:44 PM EST --
“Presence”
I’m in a garden without roses
But smell their fragrance
I hear a voice that interposes
But no one is there
I walk alone down the pathway . . . more
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April 04, 2007 12:46 PM EDT --
They call to me,
are a wellspring inside of me,
and I could not stop them
even if I tried;
Words flow
like a stream,
gentle to my soul,
guided by my spirit,
shared with those
who care . . . more
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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 . . . more
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March 16, 2007 03:17 PM EDT --
“Gather is Something More Than An Addiction…”
I’ve been thinking a lot about whether Gather is an addiction or something else far better. . . . more
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June 28, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
"What's taking so long?"
That's me, waiting my turn in this bum human line of depressed and weary souls in this bum and godforsaken drugstore. I look back and there are ten faces, . . . more
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November 19, 2006 01:52 PM EST --
Many hours I've spent
Seeking my inner Shakespeare,
Alas! sleeping still.
more
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July 31, 2007 06:34 PM EDT --
"He searched for his daughter for hours but never found her. He was crying and hoping that one day this sea who swept away his only and only daughter will give her back. Krishnan lost his . . . more
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December 30, 2006 05:01 PM EST --
MERCY by SHAKESPEARE
FROM “MERCHANT OF VENICE”
The quality of mercy is not strained, -
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: . . . more
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