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Words from the Wench: My Life Right Now in Forty Words or Less
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. My Life Right Now in Forty Words or Less. I need a new desk, but we all know I don't have time to shop. I don't even have time to write a new blog post. So please don't mention this to my professors.). Everything in the fridge is moldy. Posted by Nessa Locke. April 18, 2015 at 4:49 PM. You will get around to it all. someday. Maybe not in 40 words or less. The cowboy...
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Words from the Wench: 100 Words
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Note: I don't know who started this 100 Word Phenomenon. There are many variations: 99 Words, 101 Words, Flash Fiction. No matter the format, I enjoy the challenge of telling a complete story in so few words. You said we should get married. It was a suggestion, not a question. Butwhere was my ring? My knight on bended knee? Your confession of undying love? On the eighth day of vacation, I sne...
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Words from the Wench: Fiction: Family Outings
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Sunday, January 4, 2015. I can jot down my personal version of the truth or I can tell you outright lies, and I'll call it fiction if I want to. After all, it's what I do. I could tell you about the time I rode my daddy's shoulders out to the sand bar at Savannah Beach in Georgia, where the nurse sharks were circling. Or maybe he had only been pretending. I had that crystal moment of clarity ...
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Words from the Wench: July 2014
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Wednesday, July 2, 2014. 100 Words: Plop, Chatter, Hiss. There's enough drizzle to set a gloomy mood, but not enough to scare away the workers at the apartments down the street. They've got edgers and weed-eaters and mowers out mighty early today. The roar vibrates across the wet asphalt, strikes the wooden fence, bounces against my house, whips into my living room. Posted by Nessa Locke.
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Words from the Wench: April 2015
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. My Life Right Now in Forty Words or Less. I need a new desk, but we all know I don't have time to shop. I don't even have time to write a new blog post. So please don't mention this to my professors.). Everything in the fridge is moldy. Posted by Nessa Locke. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Great State of Texas, United States. View my complete profile. Sooo*, at a m...
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Words from the Wench: September 2014
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Back to the Front. Three days of crutches were three days more than I ever wanted to experience, so I tossed them to the side and limped around with an exoskeleton around my right leg for a month. Now that it's gone, I kinda want it back. Regular shoes seem inadequate. I'm still wobbly and weak. The problem here is that I like the desk job more than my real job.
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Words from the Wench: Back to the Front
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Back to the Front. Three days of crutches were three days more than I ever wanted to experience, so I tossed them to the side and limped around with an exoskeleton around my right leg for a month. Now that it's gone, I kinda want it back. Regular shoes seem inadequate. I'm still wobbly and weak. The problem here is that I like the desk job more than my real job.
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Words from the Wench: March 2015
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Wednesday, March 4, 2015. Dream: The plumbing never works in those old houses. That old, condemned house again. I don't like the looks of the left leg, so I think I'll trim it down a little. It's easy, see, just a little pressure right there, and a slice. The problem there is that it's lopsided now, so I'll take a little from the right leg. I have no idea who clogged the bath tub. The cowboy ...
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Words from the Wench: June 2015
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Friday, June 19, 2015. And it hurts anyway. A friend of mine lost a child. And we all try to be "good friends" when it happens. We "can't imagine the horror." We'll "pray for the family." We hug and we send plants and flowers and donations to cover the expenses because it's "the worst, simply the worst thing that could happen," right? We love our friends. We want them to know that we care.
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Words from the Wench: June 2014
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Words from the Wench. The only thing predictable about this blog is that you never know what you're going to get. Wednesday, June 4, 2014. I'll Give You an Arm, and Maybe a Leg. I'm up. I can't tell yet whether it's far too early or far too late for an old lady like me to be out of bed. Seriously, though, I often tell folks I'd rather give up my left arm than ever have another migraine. And that's saying quite a bit since I'm left-handed. Posted by Nessa Locke. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Grocery store&#...