tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15675806132040735702012-02-15T23:05:13.217-08:00Menoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567580613204073570.post-8835067292723248382009-09-01T19:37:00.000-07:002009-09-01T19:48:23.173-07:00

Since I haven't posted anything in so long I thought about putting something up that wrote sometime ago. About six years ago I wrote this poem in an airport. All I wanted to was to check my email but this was before the time I traveled with my laptop so I had to listen to a 20 minutes sales pitch from the Intel people about the new "centrino chip" to use their computer. The things I do to keep in

Menoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567580613204073570.post-86826516809235527092009-02-19T12:24:00.000-08:002009-02-19T12:42:16.163-08:00

For this month's writing assignment, we had to tell a Valentine's tale of woe. I decided to do my story in two different ways, the first one in a regular story telling in the first person POV way and the second in the format of a diary entry hope you enjoy both! And please note that this is a work of fiction, I swear I have, nor any one I know have, done ANYTHING like this. *But there has been a

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So I have be lagging on posting this. Our writing assignment for October was the 6 word story and the 55 word story. I wrote a bunch of the 6 word stories as I found them quite amusing. And I love coming up with the 55 word story but was able to only come up with one of them this time. Enjoy!Wanted him. Got him. Hated him.Wanted him. Got him. Devoured him.God is dead. No one noticed.God is crying

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Ok my writing group wanted to do a 500 word assignment about known Fairy Tale or a Fable, but we had to write it from the perspective of an other character. We also had to incorporate some sort of Menu into your tale. So I decided to write about one of my favourite fairy tale - Hansel and Gretel. I didn't really incorporate a menu item but the tale had loads of food items in it - I got away with

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Another 55 word story I found from the same writing exercise as Nothing. I don't know which I prefer more. I am still amazed that I was able to come up with two 55 word stories.Angel/Demon She looks over at him. Like an angel, sleeping. Thinking about the good times, especially tonight. Passionate, caring and loving. It has been awhile. She has to shower. Before sunrise. Before the blood

Menoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567580613204073570.post-2632484489692789552008-06-24T08:11:00.000-07:002008-06-30T11:12:40.993-07:00

This was a writing challenge that an old writing group had asked us to do. At first I thought this would be an easy challenge but soon found out that I was mistaken. Try it some time. Not as easy as it looks. Nothing. Whispers.In the night. Haunting me.I walk down the deserted road, no one is around.Laughter.It starts to rain, lightly. Enough to walk faster.Footsteps.I

Menoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567580613204073570.post-13868725154661719172008-06-23T12:38:00.003-07:002008-06-23T12:38:47.784-07:00

Why Me? Have you ever heard someone say this when something very minor happens to them? Like their heel of their favourite shoe breaks off going into work or they spilt mustard over their lucky tie before that big meeting? And when you hear it, do you nod your head and say yes indeed that is a horrible thing to have happen to you, you poor thing? Why must people in our society need to feel like

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