Tag: prose
group name: firstwriteit
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June 30, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
There is an old riddle that runs through my mind right now; "If a tree fell in an empty forest, would anyone hear it fall?"
Of course the forest is not empty, is it? It is surrounded by . . .
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November 24, 2008 11:27 AM EST --
God's love is like a breeze wafting over us on a hot summer day. We know it is there, but we cannot see it with our eyes...though we can see evidence of that love all around us.
We . . .
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April 23, 2007 09:43 AM EDT --
I have had mourning doves around my home for a number of years. I actually was mean to them at one time. Yes, mean old Audrey didn't want them nesting just above her back door. Don't . . .
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February 15, 2008 09:58 PM EST --
I was just wondering if most people look at the tags on the articles they read. I've found that sometimes they are quite helpful in understanding certain articles and where the writer is coming . . .
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November 29, 2009 07:21 PM EST --
She picked up the pieces of broken glass one by one, careful not to cut herself. The sun’s reflection on the glass cast a myriad of beautiful colors against the wall. Beauty in the broken .
She . . .
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October 10, 2007 01:08 PM EDT --
Dearest Ernie,
I wish to inform you that I am very put out. Yes, I do
believe I smell something putrid in the world of POW.
Your choice of the keyword put this week has left me
sputtering in . . .
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June 08, 2007 12:52 PM EDT --
A visit to Heartless Bart's
by: Kristen D.
If you ever visit Jakarta, the best place to hang out is at "Heartless Bart's". The . . .
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September 25, 2007 11:44 AM EDT --
It happens mostly in the morning, when all is quiet and the world is still sleeping. I get up, put the coffee on, get dressed, and sit down to read a bit. Usually it's a poem...by nobody . . .
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June 02, 2007 04:23 AM EDT --
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June 27, 2008 10:27 AM EDT --
Being Valedictorian, I was forced to write a speech for graduation tomorrow. T_T I suck at public speaking, but oh well. Anyway, I thought I would share my speech with my Gather friends as I will be spending . . .
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September 20, 2009 11:18 PM EDT --
He was older than me. Mama couldn’t understand why I wanted a man who was older. “He’s old enough to be your daddy,” she’d say. And it was true. He was 16 years older than . . .
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February 05, 2007 10:51 AM EST --
So some of you have been following my posts these last two months about graduation and job hunting. I won't complain that I still haven't found a job in my field. We knew that was a . . .
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June 05, 2007 10:31 PM EDT --
Spotlight. Man Ray sits in a black chair, stage left, on a gray stage. I lie, stage right, unconscious, thinking of my death. I slowly die. "Woe to me." I think. . . .
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September 20, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
I know that you remember. You can still feel the first warm rush of anticipation and ultimate satisfaction of that first encounter, the first time you met your love match. Any artist, worth the name, can . . .
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March 15, 2008 08:04 PM EDT --
Greetings All,
The March edition of Emuse is here! This quarter we have short stories from Gary Beck, Tony Vanderdrift and William Falo. Poetry includes the work of Ray Succre, Jacqueline . . .
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June 26, 2007 07:35 PM EDT --
Letters In The Dirt
Words are flowing endlessly,
beyond my hands and fingertips,
I pen the words upon the page,
They blur within my teary gaze,
So many things I long to say,
My inhibitions thwart . . .
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August 22, 2007 02:35 PM EDT --
It was so hot the pavement was steaming, and the little girl was sorry she had not put her shoes on before leaving the house. Jane hopped along, bare feet burning, as she tried to get to the . . .
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December 16, 2007 09:50 PM EST --
That Old Love Song
Love vibes resonate upon the song,
That old song we fell in love too,
When the days seemed ever long,
And in the moment she is here with me again,
Dancing cheek to . . .
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November 13, 2007 07:36 AM EST --
Never Will The Flowers Grow
Barren feilds of mother earth,
Devasted by mans hand,
Was once a forest filled with sound,
Now mortar, bricks and sand,
I used to . . .
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February 07, 2007 04:51 PM EST --
I drew this from another forum I participated on and thought I'd present it here when a young man replied to a topic I started about exercising your inner-writer. This young man, who is all of . . .
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