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Tailoring | Whispatory
https://whispatory.wordpress.com/2013/11/05/tailoring
1: where secrets meet history 2: where fantasy is spun. Posted by Jennifer Dillon. In Trifecta Writing Challenge. Asymp; 17 Comments. She is reminded by a voice that she knows is not her own, a voice that is clearest when the triple moons rise and her blood surges painfully, a living memory always screaming. 8220;Are you in need child? She marvels that he cannot see the gossamer threads nor feel the manipulation of his mind and senses. Marveling most of all at his innocence. What would it be like...The w...
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Black hole.
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October 21, 2011. 12 hiding in conference room, 3rd flr, nw corner. 3 severely wounded. X-employee Steven Phillips shooting. Hurry. Red Writing Hood prompt. We’re inviting you to truly scare us. Here’s what you’ll need to do: Compose a post in the form of a text. Your text must elicit or express fear. Though this initially looks like more of a fiction prompt, we challenge our non-fiction writers to take a stab at it as well. (Stab! Tagged as: red writing hood. Comments… read them below or add one. Octobe...
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Sarah’s Dream | Reticent Writer
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Rephrasing My Life, One True Sentence At A Time. July 13, 2012. David’s smile faded and he nodded to three people standing in the distance. Bradley, Melody, and Sarah’s mother stood in a circle, looking at the ground. She walked toward them, the sense of dread growing with each step. The air erupted in a loud whispering sound. 8220;What did you do, Sarah? 8221; Bradley had tears in his eyes. 8220;What are you talking about? 8220;How could you? Sarah turned to her mother. 8221; Sarah whispered. 8221; He t...
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red writing hood — the role of fate | Chasing Maybes
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Red writing hood — the role of fate. June 16, 2012. Happy weekend. Today, I am linking up with the community at Write on Edge. Having responded to this prompt. This week, write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece where fate plays a prominent role. You can write from the position of a complete belief or absolute disbelief in the role of fate in our lives or the lives of our characters. The word limit was 400. Lots of rocks out here, maybe even a snake. It is such an old prayer; a child’s prayer, refle...
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Sandblasted
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January 16, 2014. Her steps echo on the slate walk. She turns; searching, but cannot see the others;. The veritable ghost-army keeping pace. A whisper of perfume. The familiar oak a skeleton in the yard. Smells of the past and of a storm yet to come. Memories hits with the open door. A rabbit hole,. Through the glass of the grandfather clock. Its hands spinning backward. She’s caught captive in a sandstorm. There is no shielding herself from the barrage:. Flayed raw by the storm, old scars tear open.
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The Spin CycleFilth, Fate, and The Warrior Dash | The Spin Cycle
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Who Is This Woman? As Seen On…. Filth, Fate, and The Warrior Dash. I love me a good sweat. I have made that clear in the past, have I not? Running. Gardening. Tennis. Volleyball. Anything that involves sun and exertion and accomplishment. Is another story entirely. And by filth, I don’t mean a wee bit of topsoil up my nose. Is filth. Defined. 8221; my daughter grimaced, wrinkling her nose. ”Gross! Sound gross, friends. I had to know more. When we returned home, I launched an Internet search. A knee injur...
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Central Booking | stickynotequeen
https://stickynotequeen.wordpress.com/2012/07/08/central-booking
Laughter, love and lots of creative writing! 8221; went the long metal bench for about the 20th time in the last hour. Though it was secured into the wall with heavy metal chains, Marcus awoke every time the bench shook under the weight of the massive man laying against him with his sweaty t-shirt brushing along the back of his legs. 8220;I can’t believe it! Marcus perked up at this conversation. “Excuse me,” he leaned into their gathered circle. “Did you just say Carrie Martin? 8220;Why, yes,” the...
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The letter | stickynotequeen
https://stickynotequeen.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/the-letter
Laughter, love and lots of creative writing! This is a continuation of “Central Booking;” please see previous blog post. Marcus lowered his head and dejectedly followed Mr. Mason down the hall and into another room with a long wooden table and they sat down across from each other. As the old crusty man with thinning dark hair began rifling through his briefcase for a legal pad and pen, he rambled on in monotone about Marcus always getting into trouble and never learning his lesson. The prompt this week f...
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