Tag: writing exercise
member name: Alison Pearce
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July 22, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Dave sighed with exasperation.
"I saw a woman!' Peta insisted, ‘This place is haunted. Shouldn't the real estate have told...?'
The door had slammed behind Dave. Peta . . .
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July 30, 2008 11:23 PM EDT --
If only there had been some warning. A hint of the catastophe to come. But there hadn't been. We'd watched the missiles in shock and horror.
The atmosphere was so thick that it . . .
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September 16, 2008 08:15 PM EDT --
They were whispering in the corner of the room, certain that no-one could hear them.
Jonathon and Susan didn't notice how close Henry was to them. It seemed that Henry's presence . . .
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October 24, 2008 12:52 AM EDT --
‘Don't worry,' Ada crooned to her constant companion, ‘There's somebody in the next village who knows how to deal with these things.'
Betsy stared into Ada 's . . .
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July 20, 2008 05:29 PM EDT --
Whisper. Whisper.
The voices were growing stronger. He was beginning to pick out actual words from the constant stream of burbling voices. There were . . .
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September 03, 2008 06:31 PM EDT --
Dressed in a flowing white robe, Siobhan lit the sacred fire under a tree in the forest clearing, its branches laden with the buds of spring.
‘Good girl,' her grandmother . . .
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November 05, 2008 06:45 PM EST --
The black shadows beneath the trees were impenetrable. Dana rested at the base of one huge oak, gripping her thick red hair in futile desperation. The haze that had fogged her mind began to . . .
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November 19, 2008 07:02 PM EST --
This is the first time I have attempted a poem for a drabble challenge and it was hard!!! My respect for the poets in the group has increased one thousand fold!!
Down Yellow Lane we . . .
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August 18, 2008 12:19 AM EDT --
I actually have a painting of my own with an accompanying poem which is also titled "Walking Away"! Decided to use it here as it fit the prompt.
Walking away
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September 02, 2008 11:34 PM EDT --
Little Hands
Little hands reaching up
Trying to catch the sunlight
Rainbow beams within tiny fists
Magic and wonder in their eyes so bright
Little . . .
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October 27, 2008 07:33 PM EDT --
Cleansing strength of the soil and the forest
Renews inner strength of the Goddess of the fields
Stubborn and proud , she stands tall in all weather
Rejoicing in all that . . .
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July 10, 2008 03:16 AM EDT --
On a c rag of rock, there sits a figure
Perhaps a mi rag e or a far rag o of deceit?
Who could believe a f rag ment of myth
Could be sitting in suff rag e for all to . . .
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July 15, 2008 09:06 PM EDT --
The book slipped from Chantal's numb fingers onto the floor. She never knew that Simon had kept a journal; never knew many things about the man she loved, apparently.
Turning her face into her . . .
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July 24, 2008 09:36 PM EDT --
‘These are definitely human met atarsals and met acarpals,' Professor Quinn said softly to her companion as she brushed more soil away from the tiny fragments of bone.
‘How old?' . . .
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July 29, 2008 11:37 PM EDT --
I don't know why there are some days that I am so full of energy and passion for life, and others where I can't force myself to get out of bed.
There is bird song outside of my bedroom window. . . .
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August 05, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
Every morning for the past year, Catherine had woken to find the little girl sitting at the bay window, looking down the garden path, as though she was waiting for someone.
Catherine had . . .
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August 11, 2008 10:20 PM EDT --
With this eulogized app end ix
I say goodbye, my old fri end
No more sharp words to off end you
No more fences for you to m end
No more bl end ing . . .
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August 12, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --
This is the third part of a story I have been developing with the help of my writing challenges. The first installment is called "Burial Grounds", the second, "Barracuda". I hope . . .
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September 10, 2008 01:05 AM EDT --
Draped across the lounge, Isabelle watched the warm colours of the setting sun - streaming in through the open window - dance across her bare arms. Her thoughts drifted far away, to a place in her life . . .
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October 25, 2008 02:44 AM EDT --
Three young men lost their lives last night in our local community in an outbreak of gang violence. I sat and wrote this poem, saddened by the loss of lives that could have been . . .
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