writing
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So, I found a couple of old prose poems that a wrote more than twenty years ago and relaized how much I had changed and at the same time how much of me remains contstant. I’ve always been a romantic, mostly a hopeless romantic. A few months ago, I uncovered a few of my earlier…
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Chapter 3 Greenfoot It was warm for May in Denver. The sun was high in the late afternoon sky and the insects buzzed near the equipment shed, in between the football stadium and the track field. There was a new bee colony in the wild fields just behind all of the clean trimmed lawns and…
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In writing this story, I found something interesting. It is as possible to immediately connect to a character. Three of my four main characters came easily to me. Mina, The Maw, just appeared fully formed in my imagination demading to have some attention and for me to write her story. Ethan, Tortie, came from me…
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That damn cat was still there, staring. It has been there since he woke up before sunrise and now it was still there as the sun was setting. William the Scab didn’t like cats, they were bad luck. His mother had always warned him to steer clear of them. She had kicked William out of…
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Chapter 1 The MawThe sky above was robin’s egg blue. Not a cloud to be found. The tech center had been bustling with worker drones going about their simple, plain, boring lives. What a contrast the steel and concrete buildings were to the peaceful and alluring horizon. Once this had been a place where business…
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