Tag: writing
group name: twowordchallenge
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March 28, 2006 10:30 AM EST --
Bed rests, made.
Clock ticks in hall.
TV, muted, waits for the game tonight.
Dishes drip; slow cooker bubbles.
Floors sparkle, bathroom gleams.
"Dear John" apologizes on counter.
Body perfumed, . . . more
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February 21, 2006 01:09 PM EST --
Somewhere a memory burns
Amidst the clouds in my brain
There is no time
No feeling
An open wound, gaping
Laughing
Reminding me, never allowing
. . . more
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March 16, 2006 03:59 PM EST --
Sleep is the only time I am not in pain. Yet I don't go to bed most nights until 1 am or later. I am starting to think I am unconsciously trying to squeeze in as much as I can now, because I believe . . . more
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February 13, 2006 07:20 PM EST --
She knew she was dreaming. She wanted to dream, wanted awareness in the night. He kept coming to her as she slept, rendezvoused with her on some astral plane, and she was desperate to learn the control . . . more
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February 13, 2006 08:14 PM EST --
It was midnight. Mac Dugan found himself driving his black 1993 Buick Le Sabre. He was driving away. Turning right at this street. Turning left at the next. He . . . more
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February 20, 2006 03:48 PM EST --
If you allow your mind to react to what is thrown at it without self-editing, the truth will out.
coddle: ( 1. to treat tenderly, pamper 2. to cook gently in hot water without boiling . . . more
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April 05, 2006 02:03 PM EDT --
I wrote this with the help of my daughter, Beth ;-)
The memory of that day, a rip in time
I should have walked away
Run toward the sublime
Looking toward . . . more
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May 30, 2006 11:22 AM EDT --
Shattered ~ Crystalline Fantasy
Childhood memories of warm days and lemonade
Exploring woods fields farms and barns
Eating wild blackberries stained fingers and . . . more
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April 01, 2006 06:02 PM EST --
I have a dream alright… a dream of winning the lotto, stuffing my suitcase and getting the hell out of dodge. Dodge being my 79 year old house and my torn up, asbestos filled kitchen. I would book . . . more
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February 22, 2006 07:49 PM EST --
Note: My oldest son, Jeremy was the inspiration for this story. It's his "round head" that bounces just above the bed at the end. The story was originally written in much shorter . . . more
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April 30, 2006 02:38 PM EDT --
Why do hot chicks always hang out with fat girls?
There are probably tons of deep psychological theories on this but I've never figured it out.
Anyway, here was this smokin' little blonde number . . . more
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May 14, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
She sat on the wicker chair, the sunlight turned her dark hair to gold, eyes like moonless night; she toyed the spoon in the bowl.
Without words, I watched the puddle of milk on the table. . . . more
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July 16, 2006 07:30 PM EDT --
citrus aura
presages her arrival
vanilla essence
emanates from her skin
pomegranate lips
part in a sigh
chocolate eyes'
worldless entreaty
bite me
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July 17, 2006 02:25 AM EDT --
"Bite me!" said the apple hanging on the tree.
"Bite me," hissed the snake "It will make your mind run free."
"Bite me;" said the woman as she gave it to her love. . . . more
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July 30, 2006 07:00 PM EDT --
*lighting flashes in the background as Jami steps forward in a white coat, a hunchbacked figure shuffles around behind her doing menial tasks*
I come to you with your two word challenge. *evil mad scientist . . . more
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February 02, 2006 03:40 PM EST --
It holds my thoughts
My hopes, my fears
with vivid dreams
and certain tears
Bearing the words
we spoke as one
Carrying the prayers
that had been sung
Across the seas
it drifted . . . more
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February 13, 2006 04:12 PM EST --
This is in response to the two word challenge by Kathryn Esplin-Oleski.
She woke with a gasp, frantically kicking the sweat soaked sheets off her. The darkness pressed in on her like a thick . . . more
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February 14, 2006 03:38 PM EST --
I found myself really struggling with an idea for this week's choice "fuzzy edges." My first instinct was to rattle off another chuckle or two about the "fuzzy edges" of my logic . . . more
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March 28, 2006 06:43 PM EST --
We open the boxes
Pandora dared not touch
Where beneath the lids
We are buried.
All our achings
In this dusty place
Written on hearts
like dusty scraps of paper
between linnens.
Now, we try to . . . more
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June 09, 2006 02:47 PM EDT --
Bad two word challengers! All of you BAD! No one sent me an email by Wednesday. I'm not gonna beg. I'm not. Send me an email. Give me a colorful suggestion for . . . more
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