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The Mistake RoomI was standing in this old folks’ home, eating a free cookie not meant for me and staring at an inchworm on the sill of these big bay windows looking out on the city street. My daddy was once a glass salesman. He’d bring me into work sometimes, to the big warehouse with the twenty foot high sheets of shining glass. I always covered my eyes when we walked past the room where they herded all the shards of broken windows. My daddy called it the mistake room. This skinny bitch was leaning against a post about seven feet away from me, kind of scowling and cringing as crumbs hit the burgundy carpeted floor and slowly sunk in like thThe Mistake Room
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Good lines from a freewriteIf hair is only the head out of focus Then a mudslide is borne on ants' shoulders. A passerby is only the utterance of a greeting. My grandmother is petrified of losing her pearls to the sea.Good lines from a freewrite
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"I remember...", tried againI remember blueberry fields with the bushes so tall you can kiss beneath them without the owls seeing"I remember...", tried again
I remember what's been lost the women who screamed and ran
I remember the stars and the ships and all the boats I used to write poems about
I remember the dark forest of your mind the sharp stakes of your wit that pinned me to the flimsy board of my excuses my explanations of things I thought I'd done
I remember singing with the funeral wailers and prying loose the coffin nails holding
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An exercise in brevity100 words: "I began to pedal, churning the water beneath our paddleboat of cracked blue plastic and rusty metal. We turned into the sun, which lit up a channel of brilliant white, a path to the heavens. He pushed at the cracked white pedals under his sandaled feet, and as our course straightened once more, I felt a warm, coarse hand slip into mine. 'Sun's too damn bright.' 'I know,' I whispered. The breeze that made little waves dance beneath our boat was warm like the hand in mine, and as it lifted his hair the sun illuminated gold flecks in each blonde strand."An exercise in brevity
50 words or less (ended with 25): "The boat
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- Current Residence: Chester, NH
- Favourite movie: Jim Henson's Labyrinth, Mortal Kombat
- Favourite genre of music: Weird
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Jordan (R.I.P.), Geoff Hewitt, Caleb Carr
- Favourite style of art: Realism
- Favourite game: Realms (LARP)
- Personal Quote: "I'm an artist, I'm not magical!"
- Tools of the Trade: Pentel RSVP, Pilot Precise V5
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Its always the last place you look. Of course it is why would I keep looking after I've found it.
Very important article look at it, now!
I hope at some point I have more time to sit down and read through your stuff, it looks wicked interesting.
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Its always the last place you look. Of course it is why would I keep looking after I've found it.
Very important article look at it, now!
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Its always the last place you look. Of course it is why would I keep looking after I've found it.
Very important article look at it, now!
I intend to start posting some of my pretty doodles and all the craftsy painty stuff I've done since getting home, so then you can look at pictures. :>
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