Tag: ylanne sorrows
group name: iamanauthor
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April 24, 2008 11:07 AM EDT --
This is a response to "xxx" a poem written by Greg Sampson. Click here to read it .
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What do you see
When you look at me?
No
Wrong Question
What do I see
When . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:54 PM EDT --
Scotch tape, dry and cracked
Brouhaha rhythm beaten on her back
Made to watch the world
Spun out and unfurled
Gasping where they lay
Didn't know they could never . . .
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January 01, 2008 03:59 PM EST --
May the sun always shine on you
Even when the sky isn't blue
May your life shine bright in the night sky
May you always wonder how and why
May your pen always be moving
May your . . .
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December 31, 2007 10:49 AM EST --
What's inside, behind that closed door? Do you really want to know? You reach for the door, but yank your hand back as if the door was on fire. You squeese your eyes shut, imagining what could be . . .
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June 05, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
If ever there was a time to right the world; NOW IS THE TIME
If ever there was a time to make our own peace; NOW IS THE TIME
If ever there was a time to reconcile our fears and the truth; NOW . . .
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April 12, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
Note to those who clicked on the tile expecting exercises for you to do: You can do these exercises too! These are the writing excerpts I did with them. Exercise One, take your character through their . . .
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March 18, 2008 09:06 PM EDT --
I recently attended a writing workshop. One of the exercises we did was to write a list story, which is an entire story written in a list (i.e. a grocery list, a to do list, a list of instructions, etc.) . . .
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March 19, 2008 08:51 PM EDT --
Natalie Schultz paced back and forth outside the crime laboratory in the chilling hall. Technicians rushed by in both directions, hurrying to get someplace. The occasional agent would waltz in, disappear . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:52 PM EDT --
Hues of silver and grey
Scracted by khaki shades
Dusty beiges
Tints of ebony
Pockmarked by craters
As though made
From the hand of
A schizofrenic sculptor
Stretching towards heaven . . .
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March 13, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
I.
Fog blows away across the empty sea
Lonely, from a distance, striking at me
Dark clouds high in the tattered, shattered sky
As fragile and dainty as windblown glass
. . .
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December 28, 2007 11:37 AM EST --
Nearly twenty-five years ago, Casie Schwartz was a ten year old fifth grader enrolled in Washington D.C.'s public school system. Casie had been popular and well-liked, one of the few popular girls . . .
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May 16, 2008 02:38 PM EDT --
Liberal, conservative, moderate, whatever. You're all going to hate my guts for this, but since when has that stopped me?! I'm almost certain that every single one of you is aware that liberals . . .
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December 22, 2007 11:55 AM EST --
the promise
At eight thirty p.m., most of Washington D.C. was slowing down in business and government affairs. On this particular April day, sheets of rain slowed potential . . .
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December 28, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
Jonas Ephraim had been a famous writer, publishing over fifty bestselling novels in various genres, some under pseudonyms, and over ten nonfiction works that were hailed as some of the greatest and most . . .
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December 28, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was in the briefing room with Casie Schwartz, who awaited the entrance of the Director with bated breath.
"Yikes," Casie said aloud. "The Director. I can't believe . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
* Note: If I posted this to your group and you think it's unrelated, think again. The issue I'm discussing is vitally important to every member of the Gather community, specifically those involved . . .
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October 11, 2007 07:15 PM EDT --
Hosted by the Crime Writers Writing Hole:
What: A short piece of fiction, limit 25,000 words, in the crime/mystery/thriller genre. ( In response to a comment seen below, the suggested minimum word . . .
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December 16, 2007 11:08 AM EST --
This is the first chapter of some 35 thousand or so words of my rough/first draft of my second novel.
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President Carl Maynard of the United States was about to die;only he . . .
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December 28, 2007 10:12 PM EST --
Casie Schwartz shrieked and turned to see her fiancé, Secret Service Special Agent in ChargeEugene Kaufman.
"Oh my god,"she said, gasping. "Don't ever do that again!" . . .
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December 29, 2007 12:13 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was already on the phone, to 911.
"Help! We're at the Wilkinson house-it just exploded. There was a mixture of methane gas and oxygen that detonated resulting in a large fireball . . .
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