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AGE: 46
LOC: Salem, IN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 28

Hi everyone. My name is Sandi i am single, and my dream is to one day write a book. I write and expierment with all kinds of genres. I like the way Geoffrey Chaucer made his poems into stories. I try to mimic his style a little.  I also love Henry James, Ernest Hemmingway,I am a double major English/literature  at Indiana University, SoutheastI am a Journalism minor. I have been going to school for six-years and will soon graduate. I have won various awards for my works. One being, the Metroversity writing contest, where i came in second.I enjoy reading other people’s work. I have been on urbis now for about two months and i have seen so many good writers. I have also met good people. I just want to thank all the reviewers on here. I hav…

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Non-fiction / Christmas at Wendover
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2 Reviews   2 Comments
Christmas at Wendover Memories are nature’s keepsakes of the past; some are good, some are bad, and others fade slowly away like dreams in the mist My best memories are of my childhood growing up in the backwoods of Southeastern Kentucky. Often times, I reflect on the primitive beauty of the landscape and realize that it is and always will be an intrinsic part of myself. One of my most precious memories is of a Christmas I spent at Wendover at the home of famous nurse and midwife Mary Brecki...
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Short Story / A Man and his Island:
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8 Reviews   14 Comments
A Man and his Island According to the Coroner, my uncle was dead for five or six -days before they found him. Concerned neighbors had noticed that the Sunday paper still lay on his porch and had called the authorities. According to a neighbor, they found him reared back in his ratty old easy chair; his face was as grey as the sky that spitted white furries of snow.. His television had blasted the sports channel, and the refrigerator still hummed monotonously in the background. Life continued...
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Poetry / Sunflowers in the Meadow edited byDestined2begreat
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6 Reviews   7 Comments
Sunflowers in the Meadow. By day, the sunflowers in the meadow stand tall, yellow, and, bright. Rippled by the wind and nurtured by the warm sunlight. Such simplistic beauty—a feast for the eye. Their seeded faces upturned toward the violet sky, Although, bright and colorful at first glance. There might be more to sunflowers than you think. When darkness etches into the light, The sunflowers in the meadow transform into an eerie sight. Their long heavy stalks and seeded faces Silhouetted agai...
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Short Story / A Man and his Island
Version 1
12 Reviews   27 Comments
A Man and his Island According to the Coroner, my uncle was dead for five or six -days before I found him. Concerned neighbors had noticed that the Sunday paper still lay on his porch and had called and asked me to check on him. I found him reared back in his ratty old easy chair; his face was as white as the snow that continued to fall outside. His television had blasted the sports channel, and the refrigerator still hummed monotonously in the background. Life continued without him, seeming...
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Poetry / Sunflowers in the Meadow: Original version.
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13 Reviews   14 Comments
“Sunflowers in the Meadow. By day, the sunflowers in the meadow stand tall, yellow, and, bright. Rippled by the wind and nurtured by the warm sunlight. Such simplistic beauty--a feast for the eye Their seeded faces upturned toward the violet sky, Although, bright and colorful at first glance. There might be more to sunflowers than you think. When darkness etches into the light The sunflowers in the meadow transform into an eerie sight. Their long heavy stalks and seeded faces Silhouetted aga...
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Haiku/Senryu / Cool August Night
by curtis_irion
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Haiku/Senryu / Chase through the Corn-Field
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Poetry / by now
by jadedpoet
This is the bast of your work. The absolute best. It is so telling. "embedded memories now enslaved with all i gave… all they took these years on planet earth not absorbing smarter… only sponging up the dumb" This i do not believe. Life expierences make us what we are. You have learned and that is the problem. Many live through a glass darkly. A cliche i know but what the hell. You have seen through the dark; this is what the poet is struggling with--the image is embedded like a fossil in a r...
Action Adventure / Loss of Innocence, Chapter 13
by oneshot92
I love the line "I was drunk and selfish." Geat line Darrell, this is excellent. Absolutely the best writing you have done. I felt it all: the comradarie, and action, and mystery. I also felt the emotion of Colby over his felled friend. The dialogue is excellent. The scenery vivid. I can't wait ot see whats going on. email me. Sandi
Poetry / SEPTEMBER
by starla77
Define how September can smell like a color. I don't get it. What does pastel have to do with September? It’s a boiling pot in the calendar Numbers all year but just bubbles in September Boil boil boil Lid off, don’t let it spoil. Nothing that boils can spoil, even with the lid off. In pastel-smelling September Time for change, time for action The ninth month…time for creation How can something smell like a pastel? Pastel is a color. What are you creating? Listen, you need to make this cleare...
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