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Good Humans and Romeo
The Beginning. George and the Cup. She started to pack the silver cup. “No.” Turning to me with the cup in her right hand and the open box in her left, LaToya said, ”What?” “That cup is mine,” dropping … Continue reading
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Still Writing
Just wanted to let you all know I’m writing away–Izzy’s Story is coming along. With my creative writing group’s help I have changed my POV. Izzy’s chapters are first person and my chapters are also first person. More challenges! I … Continue reading
It’s Been a While
Hello there! It’s been a while since I entered a post. It’s not that I haven’t been writing–I’ve been quite busy writing away. It’s because I started a new book with NaNoWriMo and I have been working on it. The … Continue reading
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Angela and the Chip Drag
The hi-lo came charging at her. A huge machine, powerful, with a heavy load. The grey-haired, muscular, bearded driver may have had a partially obscured view. Barreling down the narrow aisle he was driving forward because he carried one steel … Continue reading
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Timber Bamboo and Me
Here and there I see patches of hot white sky. The sun would burn me if it wasn’t held back by the tall, skinny, green trunks of the bamboo trees. They tower over me in my slightly reclined position. It … Continue reading
A Twelve-Year-Old’s Dreams
At the tender age of twelve I had two recurring dreams. They came to me during the night and stayed with me during the day. One I welcomed; one I feared. The lion cub was my responsibility. I fed h… … Continue reading
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A Twelve-Year-Old’s Dreams
At the tender age of twelve I had two recurring dreams. They came to me during the night and stayed with me during the day. One I welcomed; one I feared. The lion cub was my responsibility. I fed him, … Continue reading
Close Your Eyes
Perhaps the moments can be captured with eyes closed. Sitting at a desk in a small cubicle, office sounds filling your space added to the sound of the fan blowing at your feet, staring at numbers on a computer screen, … Continue reading
Sun Kissed
The sun kissed my eyes and made me squint. Watching my dog at the corner of our fenced backyard, barking at a neighboring dog, blurred my focus as a small bird’s flapping wings flew through my line of vision. It … Continue reading
My Castle
Scattered around a muddy field of written content, my words wander—grouping, attaching, forming, multiplying, sometimes stumbling over one another—meanings jumbled, misunderstood, working toward clarity. Climbing the hill of dangling participles I slide down the steep slope of run-on sentences and … Continue reading
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