Tag: writing
group name: writingforme
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April 16, 2008 10:26 AM EDT --
She looked at the name on the wedding cake. She couldn't remember whether she was Lisa, or Beth, or Mary. She was Judy this time. She looked at her new in-laws, who . . . more
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January 25, 2008 11:36 AM EST --
*Please: If you have any comments/suggestions/critiques about my poem (good or bad/big or small!) do share! I am ALWAYS editing my writing and I am always happy when people put in their opinions! . . . more
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May 28, 2008 09:49 AM EDT --
This wino was dumpster-diving in the alley, brittle and bent like a dead plant. Not unusual.
Mrs. Darcy always goes out before daylight to water her red geraniums. . . . more
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January 21, 2008 11:10 AM EST --
Color of a Peach
Color of a peach
Downy skin newly rouged
Tender golden flesh
Sweet heartache on the lips
Round woman fruit
Color of a peach
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September 22, 2008 02:59 PM EDT --
Interrogated by the Geek-Chic Medical Examiner
by Frank Marcopolos
Monday, 9/22/2008
Woke up. Took a shower. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. Walked outside.
Noticed half my block was roped off . . . more
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January 28, 2008 02:38 AM EST --
NOTES ON A MUSICAL LIFE, by LONNIE RAY FOWLER, THE SOUTHERN SONGSMITH / poet, songwriter, singer
A thousand years and words or so, ago , I wrote a song titled '' MUSIC IS . . . more
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May 26, 2008 01:27 AM EDT --
In the little white house on the corner with the white picket fence, lives a girl, no more than thirteen, up in her room, sitting in front . . . more
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January 21, 2008 11:12 AM EST --
At the door. At the door.
I sink and die
Or stare off into space
longer than is necessary .
At the window, louder now.
Seeping in to me.
Malevolent intentions
The loss of all remaining . . . more
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February 24, 2008 10:20 PM EST --
If I haven't connected with you yet, please send me a connection request.
I am looking specifically for other writers: unpublished, published or anything else. Even just for fun!
Drop . . . more
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July 09, 2008 03:32 PM EDT --
"Table for two?
"Uh, yeah. Anything on the porch?" Sam said, as he simultaneously eyed the raw bar with its glistening oysters on the half shell, nestled in shaved ice. The . . . more
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July 18, 2008 02:46 PM EDT --
A Night in Waikiki
This little piece is written in response to the Friday Writing Essentials writing prompt, 'Memories of Eating Out." I have few better memories than of this night...and . . . more
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April 28, 2008 12:48 PM EDT --
The ceiling is two inches from the floor
And the walls are closing in
Everything is cluttered
One thing on top of another
My throat is starting to collapse
I can't talk
I can't . . . more
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January 10, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
The voice, coming as it did from behind, startled me.
"You shouldn't hate your hands," he said.
. . . more
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February 18, 2008 12:23 PM EST --
I've been reading the novels of a bestselling author, trying to figure out the secret of her success, and for the life of me, I don't see it. Perhaps it's hidden beneath her appalling . . . more
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October 02, 2008 06:50 AM EDT --
I know how to hurt
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No one ever died from wanting too much
The world is not enough . . . more
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April 07, 2008 10:39 AM EDT --
The most powerful tool at a writer's command is not a computer or a word processing program. It is not even a pen, though the pen is said to be mightier than the sword. (Frankly, though, . . . more
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June 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
This was the day. The day he had been working for for 13 long hard years. He had easily breezed through Dobson and Copeland Elementary schools, barely made it out . . . more
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February 09, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
It's hot. The air reeks of urine glossed over with something antiseptic. A sad train of wheelchairs glides through the hall and ends in a room all decked out with paper palm trees. There are plastic . . . more
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January 10, 2008 11:01 PM EST --
She is eating dirt, and all she wants to do is die. Five minutes ago, in the bar, drinking rum maybe she didn't want to die. Tomorrow, head throbbing, lips bloody, safe in her bed, maybe she won't . . . more
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May 14, 2008 07:26 PM EDT --
Anyone who writes crime fiction, especially novels about a serial killer, is familiar with the sociopathic personality. But not all sociopaths are killers. Some psychologists estimate that there are thirty . . . more
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