Tag: writing
member name: Laura B.
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September 30, 2007 10:32 AM EDT --
The Woman Afraid of Dogs
I envision her lying in her bed at night, shoulders sharp, clavicles screaming, and her eyes squeezed shut in anger at ambient starlight.
I see her sitting at the kitchen table . . .
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August 22, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . .
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September 29, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
Wandering and Wondering
All too accustomed to a plush office chair in front of a laptop computer, my body now awakens to the invigorating hike along the rocky shores around Rock Island. All those . . .
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March 25, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
Inspired by the painting "3 To Get Ready," the first visual prompt for the group " Writing Inspired By Art Inpired By Writing ."
Sophie stared into the golden micro bubbles in . . .
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August 06, 2008 08:26 AM EDT --
If Adam looks the guy in the face and shrugs, “I don’t know his name, dude,” then no one knows him.
Every other day, he walks into the camping store, itching his grimy scalp with long . . .
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August 08, 2008 08:36 AM EDT --
Cool morning air drifts over my bare legs as I sit in my fuzzy pink robe, sipping on black cardamom tea, watching squirrels from my porch. Ella, a white boxer with brown heart-shaped spots, stands . . .
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August 21, 2007 11:28 PM EDT --
As a conscious member of society, Petra wonders why its the coffee shop outside on Willy Street, Madison, where people finally look real. Here, the staunch suits disappear, the polo shirt stretched over . . .
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October 02, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
A stack of five syrup-soaked waffles piled high with whipped cream and strawberry sauce stared back at her in a tantalizing dare to herself. Emily decided the Saturday after freshman college initiation . . .
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October 05, 2007 12:13 AM EDT --
On my birthday, as any perfect September Saturday, the sun danced on quivering red maple leaves, the squirrels anxiously zig-zagged around the park forgetting where to store their huge black walnuts, and . . .
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October 06, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
Sitting on this deck, wrapped up in an acrylic afghan,
I watch distant thin whitecaps appear, disappear, reappear,
out there, on the endless bay, where pelicans . . .
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October 27, 2007 01:36 PM EDT --
My husband watched me suffer from serious hive breakouts day in and day out. He could not stand it. Covered from head to toe in red itchy puffy rings, I felt miserable and at a loss. . . .
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March 24, 2008 12:11 AM EDT --
Celebrating spring means celebrating new beginnings, new life, new work. To celebrate the creation of my new group, " Writing Inspired By Art Inspired By Writing ," I am providing you a . . .
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March 28, 2008 12:44 AM EDT --
Due to the exciting turnout of responses to the first prompt, I am urged to contribute another visual prompt from my husband's art collection.
Again, anybody can submit a work of art inspired . . .
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March 11, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
Snorkeling to youthful saffron tranquility in protected water
He left the accepted standards of transformation with the night bars,
Spooning and believing Errol from varying callow equations, she was . . .
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August 10, 2008 10:36 PM EDT --
Despite the church address typo, cancelled catering, and tacky Elvis impersonator acting as D.J., Mat and Aubrey married each other yesterday with bursting hearts and twinkling eyes. Love ruled. . . .
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August 12, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
When Dirk arrived at work Monday morning, he saw that Mandy wasn’t there to greet him with a smile and let him in. Rather, the depressed accountant turned the bolt lock and welcomed Dirk in through . . .
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October 09, 2008 10:25 PM EDT --
Walking down State Street, quarter to nine in the evening, this chilled October Thursday, women of all types sling their bags over their shoulders, lock their bikes to the racks, flip their hair . . .
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October 12, 2008 11:29 PM EDT --
Perhaps when my oldest brother claims I cannot get my facts straight, he is right. When I attempt to tell someone about an event of the past, I seem to take the simple textbook account and soak . . .
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August 21, 2007 11:20 PM EDT --
My Hero and I thought we had finally reached the end, a conclusion. As we looked at each other in silence, waiting for our bankruptcy attorney to finish talking to that other attorney, we both seemed to . . .
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November 11, 2007 07:58 PM EST --
Fresh Water Pirates- T he Legend of Aquia
Many centuries ago, a beautiful girl named Aquia was born in a little mud hut far from all civilization. Her father, Tregorn, made his own wine, but . . .
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