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Saturday Morning
An ice machine hums. Cracks. The hum quiets to a lower rattle while a fan drones on. A buzz clicks on and stays on while arrhythmic thumping echoes from the room on the other side of the wall to my right. The arms of my wooden chair press into my arms and I feel my…
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First Thing in my Mind… Nightmares
I passed a store that was totally dark inside, no clerks or cashiers, and also no gate over the doorway. The only light came from the dim lightbulbs of the walkway that went all the way around the mall, with railings against the overlook that plummeted straight down to the first floor. This level seemed…
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Last Night in a Quiet Place
A slight noise rouses me from my half-asleep state for a moment, but when I lift my head sleepily to listen, there is nothing. No sound, no movement. I lay back down and cuddle deeper into the pillow, eager to let soft, warm sleep claim me. A few minutes later, I am almost there, when…
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Stories
You know what that photo symbolizes? An unfinished job. That’s what it means to me. Some people look at that and see an axe in a log, and at first that’s what I saw too. But as I looked at it longer, I saw something else in the splintered handle, the wood chips, the heavily…
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Isaac: “Laughter”
Another Daily Prompt today, this time asking me what makes me laugh. When I was picking out a title, my mind went straight to Abraham and Sarah in Genesis, when they named their son ‘Isaac’ because of Sarah’s laughter when the angels told Abraham his wife would bear him a son. That’s not something that…
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Cross-Country
As a Daily Writing Prompt, I’ve been asked what vehicle I would choose on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike? Actually, I’ve done this once, and it was the most wonderful trip I have ever taken. We drove across the country to the opposite coast to visit our family, and on the…
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Kiss the Rain
Another daily prompt post… This one asked what my favorite weather is. Like most writers and poets and artists, I love a good rainstorm. Sitting inside on a stormy day, looking out the window at the beautiful gray world outside with raindrops fogging the glass, a mug of tea in my hands… it’s perfect. It’s…
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Seasons
I say I’m built for the heat; I loved the hot, thick, humid air of the south when we visited, and everyone I tell that to says I’m insane. I don’t care. I love it.
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Life
Heyyy guys… So I know there’s only, what, like, three of y’all, five maybe, but you don’t know how much that means to me. Even just five is really great for me and I’m so thankful. Life has been a bit packed — I work most days, and the rest of the week I’m trying…
Living on Writer's Block 