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Post by Jansina on May 7, 2012 16:29:52 GMT -6
(I saw! ) I will be doing this exercise....soon. My mind is too unfocused right now. As you may be able to tell with me jumping around all the different threads today. I'm trying to catch up on everything I missed the last few days...
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Sallie
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"The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness shall not overcome It."
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Post by Sallie on May 8, 2012 16:31:59 GMT -6
You see him now, going towards her. You don't know if he'll ask her or not, but he does. She's dancing with him. You watch as they twirl around. You wondering what he's saying to her that makes her look so tense. You want to jump in there and save her. You want to twirl her around in you arms and kiss her. But you're just a servant boy, so you can't...
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Post by Jansina on May 8, 2012 20:44:48 GMT -6
That's sweet. Aww... I want me to ask her!
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Post by Catherine on May 8, 2012 20:59:55 GMT -6
That's wonderful Sallie!
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Post by Jansina on May 17, 2012 15:18:43 GMT -6
Here's my results from this exercise! I'll post a new exercise tomorrow.
What is he doing here? You wonder. It was only a week ago that you broke up; it feels like much longer. You didn't think you had more tears to cry, but as he walks toward you your eyes grow misty. You turn away.
"Please, don't push me away," he says. It's a strange plea, and one you didn't expect to hear. You're not ready to hear it.
"You did that yourself," you say in a barely audible tone.
"Please, Mandie."
You can't look at him. You know if you do, the tears will start. You know once they start, you won't be able to stop them. You know you'll start to beg him: 'please take me back.' That isn't an option.
With some effort, you stand and walk away. You don't even feel the pain in your ankle.
Jeff follows, nearly running, and gives you your cane.
You have no choice but to look at him as you accept it.
"I love you, Mandie."
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Post by Catherine on May 17, 2012 15:19:33 GMT -6
Aww! That was so sweet!!
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Post by Catherine on May 26, 2012 7:40:34 GMT -6
Here's this week's writing exercise;
Connect a cup of tea to a basketball court, written in 3rd person past.
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Sallie
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"The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness shall not overcome It."
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Post by Sallie on May 26, 2012 9:50:30 GMT -6
Max stopped for a minute, breathing hard. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him, but it felt good to finally be out doing something. He hadn't played basketball for three months, not since the day she died. He hadn't realized how much he missed it. After a minute he started up again, dribbling the ball down the court. Suddenly he stopped short. Jim was standing in the doorway watching him. He felt anger rise in him, but he stayed calm. "You want to play?" he asked calmly. Jim shrugged, a sly smile on his face. "It's not exactly my cup of tea," he said.
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Post by Catherine on May 29, 2012 13:45:13 GMT -6
All eyes were on him. He was their star player, if he won this game then he was guaranteed a spot in college. Down by one, all he needed was one goal. He glanced at the clock, only ten seconds left. Someone passed him the ball and he took off down the court. His heart pounding, his mind racing, he leaped up to the rim and slammed it in. The crowd went wild and he saw his mother in the stands, drinking her cup of tea in her travel cup. Every time he needed a miracle in a game, she had her tea. Some would call it his good luck charm.
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Post by Catherine on Jun 7, 2012 5:45:04 GMT -6
This week's exercise is to write something in future tense.
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Sallie
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"The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness shall not overcome It."
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Post by Sallie on Jun 7, 2012 7:43:27 GMT -6
At some point he will save me. He will realize I'm the one he needs to live his life. He will come walking towards me. I will look up and see him. All my fears and sorrows will drain away. I will have been waiting for this moment since seventh grade. Will it really be happening? He will reach down and take my hand. He will hold it to his lips. I will feel joy overcoming me. He will look down at me, and he will say, "I love you."
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Post by Catherine on Jun 7, 2012 17:47:16 GMT -6
^I love that!
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Post by Catherine on Jun 13, 2012 5:26:22 GMT -6
One day, I will stand up to my friend. And on that day the grass will be greener, the sky bluer, the birds in the air happier, and my heart joyous. She won't rule over me anymore, not when I'm done talking to her. I will have peace of mind and a renewed hope.
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Post by Catherine on Jun 19, 2012 5:58:41 GMT -6
This weeks exercise; connect a broken cup to a stranger's shadow
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Post by Marie J on Jun 25, 2012 15:41:27 GMT -6
(This whole thread is a really good idea...don't know why I didn't see it till now...) A vision of broken glass flashes through your mind. That silhouette on the sidewalk is so familiar, yet you can't place your finger on who it belongs to. Since you lost your memory, occurrences like these are becoming common place. Suddenly, you fall to the ground, stunned, and you see it all play out in your mind: Your mother walks into the hospital room. You are happy to see her, and emotion rolls through your body. The glass of water in your hand shakes with pleasure. Then, you can see that strange shadow of a burly young man behind your mother, on the door frame. It surprises you so, you call out. Your mother whirls around to where you are staring. You drop your glass of water. Crash.The last thing you recall leaning over the edge of the bed, sobbing, glaring at the broken glass. You stand up quickly, ignoring your scraped knee from your fall. You chase after the shadow, but it disappears completely. You sigh. It seems a strange fate to have clues, but no definite connections to your past. They all run away as soon as they come. (This is rather depressing. I generally do not write depressing things. Ah well. :
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