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A Ghost Story

A single tulip had struggled its way free of the weed-choked garden that spanned the front porch.  Long strips of paint peeled from the siding and columns.  Like most of the windows, the doorway held little more than the memory … Continue reading

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More on Writing

Viewers generally need the details of a concrete setting in order to enter the story Engaging all the senses is an important part of creating a setting.  In addition to the visual impact of the setting, one must also consider … Continue reading

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On Writing

Personification: giving human characteristics to something nonhuman Many of us do this even outside of writing.  My husband and I will often address the dog as though he were capable of understanding and responding to what we say, and occasionally … Continue reading

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Poetry Assignment

In class we had to write a poetry response to a poem.  So, here goes: Deep within enchanted stone Carved from sweat and pain Where icy winds do twist and moan There the winter court does reign Stolen hearts and … Continue reading

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Rock Hunting

The rumbling started softly, shaking loose a few bits of shale here and there.  A low roar quickly followed the shaking, and my sister dropped the quartz-infused rock she was considering for her collection.  We spared a moment for a … Continue reading

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Bit of Drama

The axe gleamed dully in the afternoon light.  Its edge was marked with a coat of crimson, still a long way from congealing in the oppressive humidity.  A bit of flesh was clumped at one end of the curve, marring … Continue reading

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The door

At night, when the moonlight fills the hallway, there is a door no one can see.  It’s just a few feet past the grandfather clock that chimes softly at midnight.  Sometimes it’s made of old wood, cracked and rotting with … Continue reading

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