Tag: fiction
group name: wordpainting
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August 11, 2007 06:54 PM EDT --
Jennifer flexed her fingers, trying to relieve a growing tension.
She squeaked and spun on her toes when a warm weight landed on her shoulder.
"Geez, babe. It’s just me."
"Dammit, . . . more
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August 04, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, legs broken, he couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try. I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
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July 13, 2007 05:50 AM EDT --
Up in my attic, past gun-metal grey filing cabinets that line the walls from floor to ceiling, amidst cobwebs and old tapestries, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though . . . more
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September 09, 2006 08:12 PM EDT --
In my childhood I was told to write opposites. So, when I saw knowledge, I wrote ignorance. And when I saw remembering, I wrote forgetting. But then things changed so that when I saw knowledge, I wrote . . . more
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April 30, 2007 12:20 PM EDT --
Wendall Arlington was an ardent traveler. His travels had taken him around the world more than once. He’d seen the finest of kendo competitions in Japan, chatted with the gendarmes of France, . . . more
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October 25, 2006 09:18 PM EDT --
I realized I was going blind for the first time when I started seeing things in the dark…. Things that couldn't have existed….. Like a figurine of love, a dead eagle on my window-sill and . . . more
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May 19, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . . more
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October 09, 2006 10:17 AM EDT --
There was a house of many doors, in which each of the doors led to some other rooms.
He lived in that house. He was born there and had been there ever since. Alone.
There was no door to outside. There . . . more
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July 25, 2007 02:18 AM EDT --
Today is an open day, which means that writing which falls under the content/genre guidelines of fiction, poetry, playwriting, creative non-fiction, memoir, essays about publishing or about writing, . . . more
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April 13, 2007 02:06 AM EDT --
I'm soldiering on here, as best I can. I'm doing my part, I'm taking care of the children, house, bills, work. Mother's off her meds, she slips away.
I don't know what keeps you . . . more
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April 15, 2007 07:23 PM EDT --
Michael sent a telegram today: Mom, bad news. Stopped at border for open container and pot. Stop. Friend not US citizen. Sent back to US. Stop. I'm not in the PH D. program, I lied. Stop. . . . more
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May 02, 2007 01:09 PM EDT --
“Befriending Enid”
Enid Henderson was a well known dendrologist who lived near Henderson, Kentucky. Noted for her endearing eccentricity, . . . more
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July 17, 2007 06:38 PM EDT --
Yesterday morning I rose at 5 a.m. in search of the sunrise. In all these days, I had not really seen her up close; we live in a 'thickly settled' neighborhood where the houses are closer than . . . more
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August 05, 2007 05:39 PM EDT --
One of the key elements to a work of fiction is the characters' names.
Names can make or break a story. They can set mood or setting at their first appearance. They . . . more
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March 08, 2008 11:41 PM EST --
I flipped through John Gardner's On Writers and Writing earlier today. In places tedious and too highbrow for a casual read, it nevertheless started me thinking. About novelists. About their novels. . . . more
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July 25, 2008 11:58 AM EDT --
Cara Bellini was writing a crime sonnet in her head. For months she'd been on a crime sonnet rampage, looting whatever she wrote, carving prose into poems, inverting syntax, perverting meaning, twisting . . . more
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April 10, 2007 09:22 AM EDT --
It's been 25 years since my last letter. I never thought we'd last so long; I never thought I'd outlive you, the Hercules of athleticism and health. I never counted on things we cannot . . . more
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April 14, 2007 12:10 PM EDT --
It all happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, legs broken, he couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try. I knew the marriage couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try.
I called . . . more
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May 07, 2007 10:28 PM EDT --
My name is "Jim" and I'm your group leader today. Think you know what an addict looks like? This morning we have 10 Internet addicts, 5 anger addict and 5 who face driver license suspensions . . . more
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March 24, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
MaryBeth tugged at the rip in her father's tattered denim jacket and remembered the last time she wore it - it was a year before her father died, when she wore a sailor's cap and blue jeans and . . . more
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