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Serendipity Spirals: 11/01/2009 - 12/01/2009
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A creative writing catalog. Friday, November 6, 2009. All she wanted to do was tell him "I love you.". Instead, she woke up, rolled over and just breathed, the exhale falling into rhythm with his. She couldn't bring herself to wake him. But it seemed a very important thing to say so early in the morning, with the sun waking and the air in the room filtered by blankets and curtains. The real day seemed so very far away from this place. Hard to believe she hadn't been here forever. It was all she could do.
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Serendipity Spirals: 05/01/2010 - 06/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Thursday, May 6, 2010. Your taut face aimed high. I try not to cry too much. Deflated, you were pocket-sized. And in need of a just enough breath,. Like that kiss we never finished. I would still finish it, if you'd turn this way.). Red balloon, I can still see you,. Arms up, tail down,. Face bright with anticipation,. Flushed for something, something. I can't quite put my finger. Around. The lost elastic paper. These games are so hard for me to play. Are you 98 I wonder?
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Serendipity Spirals: 04/01/2010 - 05/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Monday, April 26, 2010. For days, she attempted to plan what she was going to say to him. As summer emerged and the initial shock rippled outward, she made inward, emotional notes. And she cut her hair. But when the day came, it was more about just getting there. No matter the countless, unsent emails or the lengthy written drafts. The experts say face-to-face is always better. And she got there first. Ordered black coffee. No cream. No sugar. Posted by Human Half-truths.
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Serendipity Spirals: 02/01/2010 - 03/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Thursday, February 25, 2010. Tangent 11: Training Wheels. When she learned to ride a bicycle, she was only four or five years-old. The bike was red, silver, and had been a boy's bike before being converted into a gleaming, mean machine, just for her. She didn't keep them on the shiny red bike for long. Soon, she rode her bicycle everywhere, without the third and fourth wheel. Who wouldn't appreciate training wheels? They are meant to be outgrown, out-loved, outlived.
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Serendipity Spirals: 06/01/2010 - 07/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Thursday, June 24, 2010. With her white pearl to rose red -. A love like that came from Walt Disney. But these are only words -. Missed opportunity to chance. Passion under a pulpit. Was the pit even worth it? Is the story, as written, even true? Some say history; some say fiction,. Or was it friction. That caused the unsightly, collared mess? So many questions to a silent lip. So many burdens,. Worn sharply at the breast. Seems only the woman could pass. Under the pulpit,.
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Serendipity Spirals: While Most Weren't Watching...
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A creative writing catalog. Friday, January 4, 2013. While Most Weren't Watching. She returned to her post having slept for a quite a long time. Posted by Human Half-truths. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Followers (For additional connectivity). Beauty for beauty's sake.and additional honesties. Creativity in the Community. Cracked Part III: Bryans Story. Cracked: The Length of a Year, Part II. Cracked: The Length of a Year. While Most Werent Watching. When all is quiet.
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Serendipity Spirals: What Is Left
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A creative writing catalog. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. No one can touch. It is secret –. Something like blossom fire. It holds me together –. It is not solitude I fear,. But loss of what is still precious –. The crimson flutter within. That keeps me whole. Posted by Human Half-truths. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Followers (For additional connectivity). Beauty for beauty's sake.and additional honesties. Creativity in the Community. The Only Part of You that I Remember. When all is quiet.
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Serendipity Spirals: 04/01/2011 - 05/01/2011
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A creative writing catalog. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. No one can touch. It is secret –. Something like blossom fire. It holds me together –. It is not solitude I fear,. But loss of what is still precious –. The crimson flutter within. That keeps me whole. Posted by Human Half-truths. Links to this post. The Only Part of You that I Remember. It was a long time ago," she said mildly, staring out the window, "It wasn't like I cheated or anything.". You never did say.". It had been only a few years ago -.
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Serendipity Spirals: 08/01/2010 - 09/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Thursday, August 26, 2010. I think you'd make an excellent mother and I hope the "plans" lead that way for you - we need more excellent moms in the world these days,". He said, grinning, the promise of a third fresh in his brain. I don't know," she replied, "I find that I can't dream that way anymore.". Posted by Human Half-truths. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Followers (For additional connectivity). Beauty for beauty's sake.and additional honesties.
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Serendipity Spirals: 11/01/2010 - 12/01/2010
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A creative writing catalog. Tuesday, November 16, 2010. I told you I loved you once. And the truth is. Just that one time though,. It's not personal,. I justified it with not hurting. You have them right? It was easier to spare you. Tell the truth later,. Once you were out. Sometimes saying love is so hard,. Hard on the feelings. So it's been like, what, some years? I better tell you. Statistics show that truth-tellers are happier -. Have nice homes, children, and corporate offices. And wanted you to know.
