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Smoke | moonflowerstorying
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A daily dose of story. Lucy dragged Leon out to Big Bob’s front veranda for a smoke, knowing that this was all they had in common now. 8211; I need a refill, she coughed, handing him her empty glass. 8211; Sure, Luce, he said and, like a puppy, he went to fetch her one. What a fucking loser, she thought, ashamed, grinding the butt of Leon’s cigarette into the ground. Feeling the griefstorm’s warning, she fled the party, found her car and drove to Julian’s bakery. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
Confusion | moonflowerstorying
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A daily dose of story. Julian had found Sean cowering in the vegetable patch outside the burning bakery. 8211; What the fuck are you doing here? Your parents are worried sick, Julian rasped through the smoke. Then he noticed Sean’s smouldering hands and rushed him to the hospital, but left him there. He said he left a messsage on Dad’s phone but it never came up in the evidence. My most famous sentence from all this years ago was: Sean just wanted to escape. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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A daily dose of story. Julian had found Sean cowering in the vegetable patch outside the burning bakery. 8211; What the fuck are you doing here? Your parents are worried sick, Julian rasped through the smoke. Then he noticed Sean’s smouldering hands and rushed him to the hospital, but left him there. He said he left a messsage on Dad’s phone but it never came up in the evidence. My most famous sentence from all this years ago was: Sean just wanted to escape. She sat outside the vacant lot, smoking Leon&#...
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I told you so | The ignoramus
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Koel Son →. Raquo; I told you so. I told you so. August 7, 2013. What had happened was pretty unfortunate. Nobody could have suspected Rashid to show that violent streak, nobody. It must have been the heat, some. Opined later. Others, having a more psychological bent, discussed away some hypothesis about both the aggresor’s and the victim’s mental states,. A person outside the group heard it and decided to bring the whole group around to his point of view, at the end of which a different person would now.
Koel Son | The ignoramus
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I told you so. A split in the night sky →. Raquo; Koel Son. September 23, 2013. 8220;He is different”, the two would complain. They bit, snapped at him and maintained in their sweet chirpy voices, he is different. This entry was posted in Scribblings. I told you so. A split in the night sky →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. I told you so.
Other interests | The ignoramus
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Raquo; Other interests. Lots They change by the day. By the hour sometimes. Here’s one very very interesting short film! Is a short film by Holly Klein about the make-believe adventures of two little girls. She cross stitched all of the characters and scenes, and then animated them. In an interview about the project, Klein wrote:. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
A Rope and a Knife | The ignoramus
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Raquo; A Rope and a Knife. A Rope and a Knife. July 19, 2016. You and me are not different now, we are the same, we know the same. It’s not a haze though, it’s a cloud. It’s a dark cloud that you wish would make you wet with big poisonous drops of rain. She is not holding your hand anymore. There must be a reason why you are alone in this downpour. Do you remember? You take out the wriggling goldfish from your pocket ,let it settle nicely into the cup of your palms and let the rain wash over it. Create a...
The Ignoramus | The ignoramus
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Raquo; Articles posted by The Ignoramus. Author Archives: The Ignoramus. A Rope and a Knife. July 19, 2016. You and me are not different now, we are the same, we know the same. It’s not a haze though, it’s a cloud. It’s a dark cloud that you wish would make you wet with big poisonous drops of rain. She is not holding your hand anymore. There must be a reason why you are alone in this downpour. Do you remember? You and the goldfish are not different now, you are the same. October 1, 2013. That fades and e...
The Gentian | The ignoramus
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I told you so →. Raquo; The Gentian. August 3, 2013. The blue gentians lay at the head of the grave nestled in a heap of snow, their blueness a strange reminder of the contrast between the living and the dead,. Of what lay beneath and what lay atop. “Beloved wife” , the tomstone whispered softly into the ears of anyone who cared to cast a glance. The old stone, spoke. Yet, she was gone. All he wanted was that half cookie, and a bunch of gentians now, for her grave, until the day he the gentian finall...
A split in the night sky | The ignoramus
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Sail away →. Raquo; A split in the night sky. A split in the night sky. September 24, 2013. I stink of nightly wisdom, slithering though a starless sky. It wanders and naked upon the horizon, lies invisible. Waits for a glimmer or for the smell of rain, and. In so many words as the breath allows, speaks feverishly. Of the inside and the outside, as distant from clarity. As the smoke rising from the burning woods, obscured. By big wet drops of teary fountains, sleepy eyes. Sail away →. A Rope and a Knife.
Sail away | The ignoramus
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A split in the night sky. A Rope and a Knife →. Raquo; Sail away. October 1, 2013. This entry was posted in Scribblings. A split in the night sky. A Rope and a Knife →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. A Rope and a Knife.
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Newer posts →. Choosing ‘Me’. June 14, 2013. Under the folds of pretense , in imitating ourselves. We abscinde the self , shredding and ripping at the white matter. Cloaked in the words of the past, stretching to fill in the gaps. Unclothed naked to the inside eyes, the inside mouth and the inside ears. Spewing colours onto a blind mans canvas, driving orange coloured. Daggers into the flesh of the virgin underneath. Behind the velvet curtains, in a hard place,Where the moss turns a bright shade of green.
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Writing in the Margins. Writing in the Margins. I believe in the power of narrative. I believe that stories can help us make sense of ourselves, our world and our place in it and that to be literate entails more than the ability to fill out job applications or insurance forms. I was the little girl with thick glasses and her nose stuck in a book. Now I’m the middle-aged woman with thick glasses and her nose stuck in a book. In between, I have been high school English teacher,.
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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams
Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams. Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams. Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams. Sunday, January 19, 2014. I've moved my site: http:/ kellygarriottwaite.com. Hope you can join me there. Posted by Kelly Garriott Waite @ 12:33 PM. Thursday, January 16, 2014. Lukos slammed from the cabin, the flames of the fire recoiling in response. Aeliana stared at the door, strong and permanent. Aeliana crossed her arms. You never discouraged it. The first time...
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News from the Middle of the World
News from the Middle of the World. Tuesday, September 02, 2014. Back to School 2014-2015! And in the blink of an eye they are starting sixth grade (séptimo) and third (cuarto). We got back from our AWESOME six-week vacay in MN and took one day off to help with the jet lag and colds Nico and I picked up right before our travel date. Then, it was back to school today! And Reggie. AND SCHMIDTY! Anyone remember this game? Playing games all day helped calm him down. But today both Andres and I had to work so ...
moonflowerstorying | A daily dose of story
A daily dose of story. Julian had found Sean cowering in the vegetable patch outside the burning bakery. 8211; What the fuck are you doing here? Your parents are worried sick, Julian rasped through the smoke. Then he noticed Sean’s smouldering hands and rushed him to the hospital, but left him there. He said he left a messsage on Dad’s phone but it never came up in the evidence. My most famous sentence from all this years ago was: Sean just wanted to escape. She sat outside the vacant lot, smoking Leon&#...
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Well hidden, Deep inside. The gifts remain in the hall closet waiting for her to change her mind. But to her, they are just a reminder that her friend died, and they would remain there, untouched. When Layla heard her father’s heavy foot descending the stairs she called for him. “Papa? Can you help me? 8221; Her father smiled, “Sure. You’re Uncle is heading out soon. You get washed up and I’ll come back up in a few minutes. Okay? 8221; she mumbled to herself through the mask. November 2, 2016. Blades of ...
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Writing in the Night Time
Writing in the Night Time. This is my writing blog. I will share my writing as well as talk about writing in general, both its bliss and its headaches. Sunday, August 28, 2011. The Supers (unedited scene). Genre: Young adult, supernatural. Rating: T (for some language). Word count: (scene) 1938. Links to this post. Labels: fiction - the supers. Thursday, July 21, 2011. Short Fiction - Give Me No Truth. Title: Give Me No Truth. Story Type: Short short story. Warnings: sexuality, transformation. We go back...
Writing, in theory...
Writing, in theory. Thanks to BibliOddessy.blogspot.com for the awesome image. Sunday, November 28, 2010. As we move into the final work of the semester, you are now coming to an exciting point: asking and answering your own questions. Read back through your blog: do you see questions? Consider what you might like to do for your final project. Can you frame a question about the topic? This kind of entry is like an entry in a "research log." Maybe you have done something like that before? Teaching can be ...
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