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Dreamscapes: Rotten Teeth
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Friday, January 9, 2009. Monday, January 28, 2008. Realism Intensity: 5 (out 0f 10). I was in high school. I had not graduated yet. The clock on the wall ticked loudly as my teacher droned on about this or that. Looking around the classroom, most of the other students appeared to be in comatose. I slump down in my chair and start to worry. Why did two of my teeth just chip? That was weird. How much was this going to cost to fix? Dave drives to the dentist. But this is where I wake up. The Resort - part I.
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Worlds of Written Words: August 2009
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Monday, August 17, 2009. One fine day you are walking along enjoying the blue sky and the soft breeze. The sun is shining, dogs are barking, sprinklers are sprinkling. You have a candy bar in your hand which you chew on happily. In short, life is good. And as you are walking, you spot something on the sidewalk in front of you. Cautiously you approach. Oh, wow, it's another candy bar! And it hasn't been opened. You have passed out. You took the bate, line and sinker. You come to and find a phone and call ...
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Worlds of Written Words: July 2008
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Sunday, July 20, 2008. Alone… the door shouldn’t be opening like this. Radeon sat up in bed. Maybe a hinge was loose. Radeon threw his legs out of bed and moved to the door. No tracks once again. Mild wind. No horses in sight. Hmmm, they’ve broken free of the hitching post again. Radeon opened his eyes with a start. The light was different; the shadows had crept down onto him. Over an hour had passed. He rose to his feet. As Radeon thought quickly on what that could mean the door opened the rest of the w...
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Worlds of Written Words: June 2007
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007. Amazement; a feeling that fills me as the horizon passes. Red rock cliffs alone solemnly salute the setting sun. Mountain and hill rising majestically from desert floor;. They circle round me as earthy ripples of God’s splendor. The hills are clear, the hills are pure,. Ornamented with only the simplest brush. They are unafraid to reach up and touch the heavens that,. In the fading light,. Hang low and seemingly bow down to meet the earth. The noble blue sky fades to gray,.
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Worlds of Written Words: January 2011
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Monday, January 24, 2011. Outside it is sleeting. The sky is a rusty orange color, city lights reflect off the low clouds. The cement is slick and streaks from streetlights and passing cars glint off it. I head into the large white building behind the house. There is fluorescent light streaming from the door. A girl stands in the entrance, half illuminated half shadow, and smiles invitingly as I pass. I smile back. The ceiling is high above us. The walls of the building are undecorated metal painted ...
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Worlds of Written Words: October 2007
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Thursday, October 11, 2007. La la la la. La di da da. They won’t come for you. And you need not fear. La la la la. You drink Safety Blue. La di da da. And they won’t come for you! Whoever created it thought they had made something snappy. They were right. Every man, woman and child in the colony knows Safety Blue by heart. While shopping, people hum it. I even caught my dad bellowing it in the shower the other day. It is everywhere! Our culture is a Safety Blue culture! Drill into them that if they stop ...
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Worlds of Written Words: May 2008
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Friday, May 23, 2008. Monday, January 28, 2008. The clock on the wall ticked loudly as my teacher droned on about this or that. I was in high school. I had not graduated yet. Looking around the classroom, most of the other students appeared to be in comatose. I slump down in my chair and start to worry. Why did two of my teeth just chip? That was weird. How much was this going to cost to fix? Dave drives to the dentist. But this is where I woke up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Of Birches and Rocks.
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Worlds of Written Words: June 2010
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Thursday, June 10, 2010. What, it is the middle of June already? Where did the last month and a half go? No fear; despite what rumors you may have heard I am still quite alive. I'll post something soon.but then 'soon' is subjective and may mean another two months. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Of Birches and Rocks. Tom Brown and his friend Rick, as children, loved to swing from birches. Their trunks and branches were long and strong and would bend under their weight. . I am a man of few words.
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Worlds of Written Words: July 2007
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Monday, July 2, 2007. There were many kids in the park that day. A small girl with pigtails too short to be held in with anything but a pasty mixture of cornstarch and water fell when she tried to climb onto the counter of an unsteady booth. The engineer of the booth reached out her hands and comforted the child, gave her taffy and then pushed her towards some other children when she started smiling again. 8220;Go do a pick” Thayne said. 8220;I’m getting lemonade, you want some? 8220;No, I’m fine&#...
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Worlds of Written Words: February 2011
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Monday, February 21, 2011. Blind to the Wind. Change. Like the wind it cannot be resisted. It is almost the foundation we live upon, or the rock upon which we build. And as the wind, it washes over everything and sometimes we don’t even notice. I sure didn’t. And I didn’t notice the wind in my hair either. The sun rose slowly and the wind increased. The valley far below filled with light. There was a faint sage smell to the air that invigorated my spirit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Of Birches and Rocks.
