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I don’t even know your name,But I know you own two cars:You drive one every day,But the other you never use. I know you have two children,A boy around 9 and a girl around 5.They are both in school,And they both have brown eyes. I know you used to have a garden.The dug-up patch can…
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I’m thinking of taking a week off of work to write. I have over 2 weeks of PTO to use before the end of the year, and I don’t have any trips planned. Over the last few weeks I’ve been bitten by the writing bug. I have so many ideas for new drafts, redrafts, and…
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Do you remember that movie I made you watch? David Tennant was a writer, who was going to marry an actress, But he fell in love with a failed copywriter on a small Scottish Isle? Do you remember when she told him? that her ex called her “A song- not a whole album”, Then she…
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That night I dreamt about Sarah. She stood with her back toward me. She turned as I approached her, and she held out her hand toward me. Before I could reach her, she was fading.I ran, trying to reach her before she disappeared completely. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t see anyone else. The…
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There’s a man at the market who holds a yellow sign. It says, “Poet for hire” in big black letters. Every week I see this man, sitting quietly while hundreds of people swarm around the city-park, and I wonder if anyone has taken him up on his offer. I think that’s what inspired this month’s…
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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate…
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I am old enough to remember when blogs were popular. Long before TikTok existed, and before the rise of YouTube, the written word ruled the internet. There were blogs on every topic you could think of: fashion, family, hobbies, and work. No matter what your interests were, you could find a blog that fit your…
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You think my little quirks are cute For now The way I shout when I get excited Or how I’m always looking for my key or my phone. You like that I take hours to drink my coffee And how Half read books and loose pens lay around But I Can’t stand to see dirty…
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I wish I could write my stories as quickly as I write for work. At my day job, I am known for my ability to research and write 1200 word technical articles in a single day. In addition to my other responsibilities, I keep the company website up to date with educational articles about digital…
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Last night I drowned. I stood at the lookout point of a canyon, looking down. The overlook loomed over the edge of the canyon, opposite a waterfall. The water fell as a thick mist into a rain forest that stood at the edge of a bottomless chasm. No matter how hard I tried, I could…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 