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AGE:
39
LOC: Seattle, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 28
LOC: Seattle, WA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 28
I’ve struggled with writing all my life. I either write every day for months at a time, or stop completely for years and years. I feel badly about it, because any progress I make is lost when I stop writing. So I’m here to share and to be inspired, so I don’t fall off the wagon yet again.
My short story, Tailgating, has been accepted for publication by a literary journal Snow Monkey and I’ve also contributed non-fiction to magazines and newsletters. I’m working on a novel, which I’d like to share at some point. Although, before I do that, I’d like to finish a first draft.
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“I have no hope of visiting Scotland this year,” declared Isabella. “An entire nation shall miss you,” Oliver professed. It was a late afternoon at the Baxter household and the tea was being served. Oliver, a young lad held in high esteem by the lady of the house, often came to call on Lady Baxter and her youngest daughter Isabella. Especially when Sir William was away. Sir William, who often traveled on business, preferred the company of persons who did not have their sights set upon his da...
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He looked up at one of the tower clocks. The clock said 7:35. He looked at his watch. The clock was right. She was late. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, clutching an orange balloon in her tiny hands, ran across Plaza Mayor. Jonathan had an urge to run after her and make sure that she didn’t let go of her balloon, but then she did. It floated up and stayed just above her head. Tied to her skinny wrist by a slightly visible piece of string, the balloon bounced up and down. Jonathan...
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“Miss Rha… Miss Rha-d-s… Angela! Excuse me, but am I boring you? “Oh, pardon me. Sorry. Got a bit distracted.” “Distracted with what? There’s nothing in this room, but you and I.” “Me.” “Sorry?” “You and me.” “Miss Rha-ds… forget it! Angela, it seems to me that you’re not taking this investigation seriously. I can’t stress enough…” “I know, I know. It’s a very serious case with very serious implications, involving conspiracy, international intrigue, a horse-meat packing plant and all the oth...
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Kim Jong-il was not happy. Lately, the weather in Pyongyang was crap, and every single Desperate Housewives episode was a repeat. CNN wasn’t all that either. No one mentioned him or his love life. It was all about Iran now. Iran this and Iran that. For Mao’s sake, Iran wasn’t the only country to be enriching uranium! But that little Shiloh sure was cute. Kim Jong-il decided to drop Brad and Angelina a note. He had the perfect apartment in mind for them; overlooking the Taedong river. It even ...
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It’s a Holiday in Cambodia (where the slums got so much soul) She’s right there at the border; wearing something that resembles summer pajamas. She’s following you wherever you go, with a curious look on her face. You try smiling at her, but she doesn’t respond, just treads a few steps behind you. When you leave the outdoor squat toilet, she’s right outside, staring at you. You pull out 1000 Vietnamese Dong (which is equivalent to less than 10 cents) and hand it to her. She’s overjoyed as she...
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Excellent guidelines for poetry reviews. I'm extremely challenged in this departement, so I'll be going back to your three steps often. Thank you. This is very useful.
I wouldn't call this journalism. But there's a lot of material here for story. Some stories are only thinly veiled truths, so maybe you could take some literary liberties with this and make it into a short story. I like your writing and I like that she drinks Dr. Pepper to numb her pain. Keep working on it. You have a talent.
Random thoughts or not, your observations ring true. I won't attempt your suggestions to write the two poems. Poetry is not my forte and I can already see that you're right. The depressing one would be easier to write. Yes, we need to fight the dumbing down of our lives. It's everywhere. Not just television. I recently switched banks because the ATM machines of my bank chose to switch to slang. They replaced the tried and true affirmative "yes" with the lazy version: "sure."
Excellent quote! If they made greeting cards for breaking up, this one certainly would sell!
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