Tag: prose
group name: randomposts
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October 31, 2007 12:38 PM EDT --
Forgive me father, for I am sin.
Bartemaus:
I remember once, of a time long, long ago, before my birth. It was a time of hardship, a time of strife. That time was called The Awakening. . . .
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July 21, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove . . .
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November 17, 2007 06:30 PM EST --
They who only walk
Cannot fathom those who fly
Their eyes reject sight
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August 10, 2007 05:42 PM EDT --
I had a dream the other day that I was visited by ants on holiday. They weren't the ants from my sidewalks. No these were different, being covered in caramel and chocolate. They said, 'Take me . . .
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December 03, 2007 01:20 AM EST --
Prose by Josephine Miles (1911-1985), Titled: Belief
Mother said to call her if the ‘H’ bomb exploded
And I said I would, and it about did
When Louis my brother . . .
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July 06, 2007 07:29 AM EDT --
My wife is extremely artistic. However, if you asked her if she considered herself an artist, she’d categorically reject the notion. Of this I’m certain. Yet she has . . .
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October 18, 2007 05:37 PM EDT --
It seems each day that passes the crankier I get, or that I'll need a reminder for something I'll forget. There's nothing right now I seem to have forgotten, but just give it some time and . . .
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November 02, 2007 02:39 PM EDT --
I thought I'd have some simple fun. Its not in response to any challenge, at least not one outwardly offered. You're welcome to offer improvements.
At last . . .
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September 21, 2007 07:12 AM EDT --
Words are like harpoons. Once they go in, they are very hard to pull out.
-Fred Hoyle
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's a good thing to be a student of . . .
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October 24, 2007 05:37 PM EDT --
We had safely landed, but I really did not know how, so I looked out the window and said, 'Holy purple cow!' The woman closest to me asked me if I was from India, then said, 'My name's . . .
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November 02, 2007 12:32 AM EDT --
You Know You're a Writer When...
by Marilyn Mackenzie
Finish this sentence: You know you're a writer when...
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May 22, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Some cats speak in complete sentences. Others speak in monosyllables. Some communicate solely through body languages. One thing is clear: Cats always have something to say.
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . .
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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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December 27, 2008 10:17 AM EST --
I made my way
Gift in hand
And heart
This cloudless morn
With burning sun reflected
In magical orange and red
Upon the new fallen snow
Walked with slow measured step
To visit you . . .
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October 30, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
The English language, not surprisingly, is rife with terms coined at sea. The British Isles, after all, are islands and the residents of those island travelled the oceans far and wide. Many of the common . . .
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November 23, 2007 12:51 PM EST --
joy
sadness
dreams fears
crest as swollen
translucent reservoirs
then congregate on ridges
and lashes as tearful identities
matured, anxious to cascade her
smooth . . .
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August 16, 2009 07:13 PM EDT --
It's flying by
Slowly
Day by day
The little girl
The little boy
Grew and flew away
It's flown by
So quickly
Year by year
It seemed just yesterday
One blink of the eye
And it's all . . .
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December 03, 2008 09:24 AM EST --
It was dark, damp, and cool, in a dreamland that was not of her making. There were distant voices humming in the background - dry, crackling - broken eggs, dead leaves, brittle bones ...
No, . . .
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March 18, 2009 09:31 PM EDT --
Oh daddy’s calling
Calling and calling
Over and over again
What does he have to say
Say this time
Will I stop to let him in
The phone keeps ringing
Ringing and ringing
When . . .
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