Tag: writing
group name: pastimes
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September 15, 2006 08:46 PM EDT --
You can't take it with You
Who ever said, "You can't take it with you," didn't met, Thomas Clark. He was a simple man of modest means, didn't have . . .
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September 22, 2006 02:37 AM EDT --
Innocently enough, it sprang from the rich brown/black compost heap, way back in the far boundry of the yard. It had a couple companions joining the stretch for sunshine and freedom from that decomposing . . .
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September 09, 2006 08:17 AM EDT --
I, Amanda, bleed to write words. I think of ink as my weapon; an olive branch in regards to the chaotic yet wonderful world we inhabit.
Lightning sparks my imagination. Thunder vibrates, shaking my creative . . .
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February 09, 2007 11:53 PM EST --
“What do you mean I cannot speak to her?”
“She’s not available right now, Miss Gardner. She’s been sent to the dentist to have those decayed teeth removed and if...” . . .
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March 03, 2007 08:01 PM EST --
Great Grandma’s Wood Cooking Stove
One day my great grandpa showed me how to split some wood for grandma’s . . .
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March 03, 2007 08:21 PM EST --
The Sea Bat
One day we were at sea when a couple of my shipmates came to where I was swabbing the deck. They asked, “Do you want . . .
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September 24, 2006 03:04 AM EDT --
I can smell rain. Right now. Not a cloud in the sky. No forecast of rain but I know it is there. I can smell the fresh, clean smell of the rain that is in the air. I hope . . .
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December 12, 2006 07:40 PM EST --
I will do it tomorrow
I tell my wife; when there is something, she wants done, and that I have been putting off, “I’ll . . .
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March 09, 2007 11:53 PM EST --
Pappy’s Beer Bottles
When I needed spending money my granny would let me mow the yard. . . .
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November 28, 2006 05:27 PM EST --
Do not forget the Eggs When I was in the Navy on a Reserve training ship, I was a cook for around six months. There were two of us when the ship was in port and four when we were at sea, with a full . . .
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September 13, 2006 06:17 PM EDT --
He moistens his lips
Raises his brow
Masters the art
Of seducing the page
Sheds a tear for longing
Wipes his eyes with shame
Gently rubs his temples
Sacred ink stained pain
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October 05, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
I graduated in 2003 from college with a double degree, yet today, you can't tell this from my writings. I haven't kept up the writing practices and techniques, now my writings are hurting because . . .
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March 24, 2007 11:36 PM EDT --
Chop Suey Sauce
1 to 2 pound of pork steak or pork butt
1 Medium onion
1 green bell pepper (could put Red or Yellow pepper too) . . .
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November 14, 2006 09:02 PM EST --
Please Rate All Articles, 1 or 10 I don't care, but please rate.
At 48 years old, I have been writing for about thirty-five years. I was twelve or thirteen when I began to write in spiral notebooks. . . .
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November 17, 2006 11:20 PM EST --
My husband builds decks and porches. His building a deck for a chiefs football player right now. I ask my husband, if the football player, ever comes out and talks to them. My husband said that, . . .
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December 12, 2006 10:54 PM EST --
The Shoebox Sunday the pastor had a shoebox that he had envelopes in for a Missionary Collection they were taking up next Sunday. . . .
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April 01, 2006 04:13 AM EST --
The morning Sue Hapenny was born, circus elephants danced, lions jumped through rings of fire, and choirs of angels sang throughout the heavens. Or so she was told.
After hours of labor in which . . .
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March 17, 2007 06:24 PM EDT --
Macaroni Salad
1 Pound Elbow Macaroni
4 Stalks of Celery chopped
1 . . .
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November 22, 2007 07:37 PM EST --
What has happened to network and cable TV? I used to enjoy watching comedies, dramas, and documentaries, but since the advent of MTV , the airwaves have been inundated with reality TV programs. Are . . .
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January 25, 2007 08:55 PM EST --
I went to the drive in often with my family. There was my dad Henry a quite man and my mom Beth a loving women, my hateful brother John and my spoiled pretty little sister sally. I was the middle . . .
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