Featured Writing
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Rhythm
The clip fell to the floor, clattering on the tiles. Before it had come to a stop another clip was slapped into place. Lock. Load. Fire again.
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Air
I float here in my suit, and the important gauge reads a tank 40 percent full of air.
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Layers of Deception
The shadows concealed her form, and it appeared to the man as if the face of a deranged Cheshire cat hovered in the night.
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The beginning and how it unfolded
THIS IS A SUMMARY OF THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY OF THE BAND I.Q=∞
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Manipulation
He came in late that night. She was sitting on the red sofa. He eased himself onto the beige. He knew she would give in first – it was an unwritten code that they had settled upon long ago. That…
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If Only You Knew
She stands behind the curtain listening to the hum of the crowd, smelling the hotdogs and popcorn, looking at the bright spotlights flashing through the gap in the curtain every once in a while. She …
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When wishes come true…
I had always known one day it would come to pass. My well meaning parents told me;
“You are a very special girl Amy. Do you know how lucky you are?”
And my all time favorite quote is;
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This 'aint no picnic, this ain't no disco.
When I was eleven, I danced on top of the picnic table. It was concreted to the ground in our back yard. It was a wobbly old wooden table, long with bench seats attached to the sides of it. When I …
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BBQ!
“Best BBQ ever!”
She looked at his smiling face. He was so cute the way he always knew what to say and when to say it. She was lucky to have him.
“You aren’t just saying that?” She smiled as she…
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The Lost Garden
Dampened by each tear
formed but never shed;
loathing, pain and sorrow
fertilize this bed. -
There's a Dalmatian in my Lunchbox
There’s a dalmatian in my lunchbox
And he’s got me hopping mad
Cos when I checked this morning
There was only bread and jam! -
Mr. Man is a Jigsaw
Mr. Man walks into a bar.
He gratefully accepts the glass of friends
That wash over him.For it’s the people who truly know him
Who help him realize who He is.
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Purity
The white length of fabric
Drapes; perfect symmetry folds
Inviting my finger to gently glide
Dipping with each curve
Along, it’s full hanging length
I absorb
Drapings of
Pea…
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the simple survivor .....
... he sat on his caravan roof, drank wild turkey and thumbed his nose at life.
