Tag: life
group name: roundtable
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May 03, 2008 12:10 AM EDT --
It was the only time he felt truly free.
Stan closed the door gently behind him. The cold wind pieced his skin, and, for a moment, he felt his hands glued to the brass handle. The urge to . . . more
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April 30, 2008 10:43 AM EDT --
The heels met the stony gravel.
The sky still a hue of grey. An occasional streak of red and yellow broke the gloom in between. Phyllis loved the city at this hour. An occasional yellow . . . more
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June 16, 2008 11:39 AM EDT --
Secret waterfalls
Flooded hearts
Mutual magic ignited,
Musical cosmos endeared
Infinite hearts shared the creek.
(made in photoshop) . . . more
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March 14, 2008 09:33 AM EDT --
"Pour it up, Maggie - brown and hot." Sam yelled, as he went through the door.
Maggie's startled look made him stop and stare at the careless morning face.
"Will you . . . more
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February 22, 2008 04:20 PM EST --
I am rapidly approaching 50. I can't believe I've lived this long-never thought it would happen.
It's odd-I can vividly remember being five-years old and walking to school . . . more
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December 15, 2007 03:37 AM EST --
Josie was filled with joyful anticipation. She was pregnant. It was a time of preparation! It was a time of great anxiety! Felt as fat as Santa she looked outside the window. Today she was not looking . . . more
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June 18, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
One day my song will touch your forehead
Kissing your soul
Today is not that day.
One day my words will whisper in your ears
Touching your spirit
Today is not that day. . . . more
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May 05, 2008 09:57 AM EDT --
I boast of my culinary skills, but baking just isn't my forte.
One day my daughter, then four, came home from school, flung the Minnie bag, glumly demanded: "Mom, I don't wanna . . . more
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August 14, 2008 06:27 PM EDT --
Knowing he was to be deployed in 1 week for a year, we tried for a baby anyways. I mean what are the chances I would get pregnant? Up until then the previous 2 years were filled with many . . . more
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June 09, 2007 05:35 PM EDT --
Welcome!
Writer's Life is where you can tell us anything about your life as a writer--what inspires, what drags you down, what makes you laugh so hard that you get a series of humor articles . . . more
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November 03, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
It wasn’t a usual morning. The sunlight peeped through the blinds forcing Maria to open her eyes. The queen size bed looked bigger than she remembered. The cool breeze made . . . more
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February 06, 2008 09:13 PM EST --
"The students from Austin Texas are..." Before Parth could finish, Dr. Rao straightened his tie and rushed out.
What's with Rao today? He was usually very composed. Just a . . . more
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February 22, 2008 04:56 PM EST --
Sometimes a phrase somewhere can bring out a story. I was reading John Beck's article and this line " .... soft, qualitative something which brings smiles and tears" hit me . . . more
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November 14, 2007 11:53 PM EST --
Beauty and dignity set M air a apart from the numerous people sitting in the lobby of Philly air -port. Tall and f air , dark eyes and long black h air she was pure delight. Eyes glued to the . . . more
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July 27, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
This game of life
you've to play everyday,
be on the right ladder
for the right reasons
in the right seasons, my son
and ready to pay.
Dance with . . . more
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December 11, 2007 10:53 PM EST --
The clock on the hospital wall slowly ticked away breaking the eerie silence of the room. Cecile didn’t remember how long she had been lying there, with the IVs and the antibiotics. Even the sheets . . . more
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May 03, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
The sun was baking the asphalt and he could see the colorless wave of smoke rising down below.
Whole night he waited for another day. Like an unidentified coin in the well, he threw himself into . . . more
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April 07, 2008 10:43 AM EDT --
© David Wainland 2006
I came into this world alone,
Kicking and screaming,
Clutching at darkness and solitude.
No fear of the end,
But frightened of the . . . more
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January 26, 2008 10:54 AM EST --
Michelle says:
Once upon a time it was a source of pride to be a teacher. Although monetary wealth would never be found, it was a career that was respected. Somehow, along the way, teaching seems . . . more
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June 13, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Sit, stand or walk—I wait.
On the shore, I peer out over gray seas, squinting.
Does he return today? Will he come as the sun fades? Does he return with the day’s new light?
I wait. . . . more
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