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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Six
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Friday, January 6, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Six. Judah watched me closely as I stumbled gracelessly from one car to the next; I was about to push my key into the lock of the wrong Chevy Suburban when he snatched the keyring from my grip, and dangled it just above me. Try half the class period! His smile widened. "Ser...
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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Eight
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Sunday, January 8, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Eight. Continued from Day Four -. To see my brother again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Writing Challenge - Day Fourteen. Writing Challenge - Day Thirteen. Writing Challenge - Day Twelve. Writing Challenge - Day Eleven. The Last Homely House.
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A Writer's Tale: June 2011
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Friday, June 24, 2011. The Last Generation - Chapter 1. There may be some formatting errors, Blogger doesn't like being correct in those areas. :p It is also a very rough draft, so.comments welcome! Dakota blinked and winced at the throbbing in her arm that reminded her of the old injury. She looked down at the skin cover...
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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Fourteen
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Sunday, January 15, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Fourteen. Don't get me wrong, the man's got plety of interesting facts about him, but something within me refused to delve any deeper than the surface. Then it hit me - the answer had been staring at my confused face the entire time. An exposé on Chuck Norris! I'm telling you&...
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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Thirteen
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Sunday, January 15, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Thirteen. A philosophical touch on Pens vs. Pencils. :). Upon my heart, if I had written a promise in pencil, the promise would no longer be in effect and would be forgotten, as pencil marks disappear over time. Oh, pretty. I like this. February 2, 2012 at 1:11 PM. Writing Cha...
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A Writer's Tale: October 2010
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Friday, October 29, 2010. Guardian - Prologue - Part 2. He paused and stared at me for a moment as I swayed back and forth. “You’re also about to pass out on me again.” He muttered. He placed a hand on my shoulder and another on my left arm to steady me. When I didn’t answer, his face grew serious again. “Aria...Great Exactly...
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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Eleven
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Sunday, January 15, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Eleven. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My name is Sarah Halbrook. I seek to glorify my God in all that I am with the talents He has given me. I'm a work in progress, but by His grace I will grow to serve Him successfully with my entire being. View my complete profile.
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A Writer's Tale: It Was Worth a Try!
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Thursday, February 2, 2012. It Was Worth a Try! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My name is Sarah Halbrook. I seek to glorify my God in all that I am with the talents He has given me. I'm a work in progress, but by His grace I will grow to serve Him successfully with my entire being. View my complete profile.
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A Writer's Tale: Writing Challenge - Day Nine
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Saturday, January 14, 2012. Writing Challenge - Day Nine. My sincerest apologies for not hurrying up with these, I have a lot of them to catch up on! His roommate's voice bellowed from beyond the cloud of dust. "Hang on, man, I'm coming.". Alan grinned, his skin lighter from the ash caked on his face. "It's good to see yo...
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A Writer's Tale: December 2010
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Welcome to the place where I harbor my writings. These are the beatings of my heart. The occasional thoughts that I ponder. The words that can never be spoken. It is my form of art. Thursday, December 2, 2010. Guardian - Chapter 1 - Part 1. My story is drastically different, though not totally unfamiliar. Chandler latched onto my arm and pulled us out of the flow. “Aria Ryman, what’s up with you? 8220;A little tired? High on something is more like it. You look like you’re stoned.”. Chandler pressed her l...