Archive - 2015

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Because I Have Been Given Much
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Other People’s Words vs. Quiet Self-Reflection
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Summoning Ideas to Craft Stories
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Why do I Write?
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Bear Sightings
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Night Walks
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Taking Leave
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Crawling to Death
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Memorize
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Day at the Museum

Because I Have Been Given Much

Sometimes giving is the only way to get what’s missing in our lives. I have had many ups and downs in terms of earthly possessions over the years and it seems to me that the more I have, the more there is to worry about. I get scared of losing all that I’ve gained, as[…]

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Other People’s Words vs. Quiet Self-Reflection

Why Autumn is the perfect season for writers to unplug and take a walk. This morning I took my dog for a walk in the park. Red and gold leaves littered the wet grass. City workers were cleaning up fallen branches and running them through a chipper. Ducks waited along side the pond waiting for[…]

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Summoning Ideas to Craft Stories

Ideas for stories collect like lint in the dryer, ready to be scooped out when my brain is bored. “How do you come up with all your ideas?” is a strange question to answer. I could point to the part of my head where I think they swim around in the dark until they are called out[…]

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Why do I Write?

I once came across the acceptance speech by the Turkish novelist Orhan Pamuk for the 2006 Nobel Prize. Towards the end of this beautiful speech, Pamuk answers the question “why do I write?” He then goes on to list over and over the many reasons why he writes. The list is long and varied, but includes things like: “I[…]

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Bear Sightings

Randall tromped through the muddy fields. The snow had just nearly melted off and there was more brown than white in the fields. He’d tied his boots extra tight so that he wouldn’t lose them, but the mud wasn’t that soft yet. He only sank in two inches, and his boots were getting heavy and[…]

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Night Walks

She could feel the cold of the stones through her slippers. Fern thought fondly of her boots that were tucked away under her bed. She would look obscured traipsing through the castle with boots on, not to mention they tended to be louder when she was trying to sneak around. She really had no hope[…]

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Taking Leave

“What do you do for leisure?” I asked Tiffany. She scrunched her face together in thought and threaded a red strand of hair behind her ear. “You know, I don’t remember.” Tiffany released her face and laughed. “That’s pretty sad isn’t it? Why do you ask?” I forced air through my lips, as if that[…]

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Crawling to Death

Tiffany reached. She stretched her body, willing herself to grow longer like a cat too lazy to get up and play. Tiffany wasn’t too lazy or tired. She was damn near broken into bite-sized pieces. Blood dripped from her nose in a steady beat. Her shirt stuck to the floor with blood. Her right ankle[…]

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Memorize

Taylor squinted at the list. She was supposed to memorize all the numbers on it. It wasn’t going well. She tucked her hair behind her ear and began reading. 8394950, 9487373, 2837495, 383493, . . . She rubbed her eyes, sure that they were about to burst into flame. She looked up at the white[…]

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Day at the Museum

I stumble into the bathroom, hoping for a break from the chaos in the halls, but find a group of preschoolers enjoying the acoustics of the tiled bathroom. Their high-pitched screams echo off the hard surfaces and I decide the cacophony outside is preferable to the screeches and giggles in here. One of the teachers[…]

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