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In high school, I wrote a short, 4-stanza poem titled My Beloved that no one really understood at the time. I was asked repeatedly who I’d written it for, and kept giving the cryptic answer, “I don’t know yet.” Fast forward a little over a decade and I finally met the women for whom this…
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Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to chat with some incredible people around the WP Watercooler. We were talking about strategies for writing/blogging more in 2014, and I wanted to further explain one strategy I particularly enjoy (and plan to implement this year).
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Six years ago I made the decision to step down as an Assistant Scoutmaster with my troop. A chance encounter that same weekend made me change my mind – I’m glad I did. Now I’m finally leaving, and I’m happy to say I’ll be leaving the unit in very good hands.
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Dawn came too early for Chris. He rolled over in the tent and struggled to pull the sleeping bag over his eyes, hoping to delay the inevitable for a few more minutes. Morning meant everyone would be up, alert, and wanting to do something when all Chris wanted to do was go home. It could
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Marcy It was a bright, sunny, beautiful day outside, and Marcy was just glad to be alive. She woke up, stretched, and poked at the cat through the bed sheets with her feet. He gave her an evil, half asleep glare and curled up again, just out of reach of her toes. Marcy giggled a
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Prompt: Your character goes to the grocery store, and on the way there meets someone/thing unexpected, which requests something that the character cannot give it. Hilarity ensues. Story: Two in the morning and I still couldn’t get to sleep. I sat up slightly and tried plumping my pillow for the hundredth time. It looked so
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I The Earth trembled as if burdened by a sudden mass too large to be held upon its shoulders. A great trumpeting sounded forth from the forest midst as balls of fire were slung away from the tree line to collide against the city walls, setting them ablaze and blinding the archers who defended them.
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Richard was furious. Alan had lied to him. The next time he saw Alan, he knew he’d kill him. Wait. Richard stopped and analyzed that last thought. It wasn’t his. IT was roaming more freely now, pulling against ITs weakening chains and trying to assert control. Richard’s momentary lapse into anger gave IT just what
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Richard’s mind was in turmoil. He wanted to find Cari to kill her for what she’d done to his wife. John wanted to find her to be reunited with his lover. IT wanted to find ITs master and share the fruits of ITs labor. That was the hardest part for Richard to reconcile. He knew
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Roberts looked at his friend in shock. Questions about the astral plane meant he was stumbling down the bramble-ridden path of the occult. Still, coming from Alan it must be important. “I know enough to not get involved, but since you’re the one asking, I guess we can head down that road a little bit.”