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The final breath

seems to let go - give in,

To what it's had;

Its memories shadowed

By a mere black and white.

Yet these blinds draw close

And windows are shaken

To what lies beyond,

To what can give in;

The last exhale -

Finally started living, yet

Hidden, given, taken

By what's better left behind.

Strength, serenity, security.

Oxygen finally allowed -

Once again.

Yet-

So many

doors.

Yet-

So… Continue

Added by Scarlett Rose on December 31, 2008 at 8:33pm — 6 Comments

Happy New Year!

I am optimistic but not naive. Every December, around Christmas, I thumb through my doorstop of a book of Ray Bradbury’s short stories and revisit his tales of Mars. His vision of Mars was one of destruction, realizing new lives, leaving things behind, and Hope. No matter how bad it gets, no matter how bad we are as a people, a few of us have enough Hope and Dreams to survive. I’d like to think that I’d have the guts to fly to Mars to live…that I’d… Continue

Added by Lisa Miller on December 31, 2008 at 7:17pm — 6 Comments

Christmas in North Dakota

Pale yellow prairie grass undulates over pure white snow. A robin's-egg blue horizon melds upwards to lavender. A dozen pheasants scatter, frightened by the broken silence, wings arching away. Golden sun and purple twilight catch on their moving feathers. Lone buttes rise and fall slowly as we pass. The emptiness whispers siren-like into my ears.

Added by Sondra Sula on December 31, 2008 at 7:03pm — 4 Comments

The Guest Book - 3

Slappy, the kid, appeared from around the corner, hip first and jaws flapping as usual. Romeo still had the phone receiver in his hand, even though Mr. G had hung up, and could feel his pulse battering senselessly against the dead, black bakelite. "I hope you're ready to go," the kid said, "'cause when I pulled the truck up and looked back in the rear view, there's the mutts in the back again, just like they always ride back there, like it's all of a sudden normal or somethin', but unless you… Continue

Added by Pamila Payne on December 31, 2008 at 6:31pm — 4 Comments

One of my longer pieces...unfinished

This is a long read, so if you don't have a bit of time to read it, you'll need to come back later. I did this as a class assignment. Althouigh I got a high B on it, it is unfinished. I would like to expand on it alot more, but am very stuck. If anyone would like to give me feedback, critism, and/or suggestions, I will gladly take them!! Anyway, please read and let me know!!



Betrayal







I walked slowly up the stairs of my apartment building. Each step felt as… Continue

Added by Lisa on December 31, 2008 at 3:40pm — 6 Comments

Belonging

She held out a trembling hand… unsure of this unknown… wanting the dream to merge into reality… not to be whisked away with the waking. The deep sapphire eyes didn’t waver… looking into hers as if searching for the answers to questions she didn’t yet know… reading her heart and soul. Moments stretching to ages, the wings unfurled… causing her to yelp and then clap a hand over her mouth… fearful of startling this magic into flight. The little creature squawked as it scampered behind the shards… Continue

Added by Tess Dickenson on December 31, 2008 at 1:02pm — 8 Comments

Another SLAM-DUNK from Madam Z and Harry!

Ten-year-old Sadie was in her bible study class, listening to glowering Mr. Wingnut exhorting her and the other children to obey god's ten commandments or risk burning in hell, and she was pretty scared and wanted to be sure she didn't break any of those rules, but then, omigod, she realized that she didn't know what commandment number six meant, so how could she know whether or not she was doing it? Her fifth grade class had already studied prefixes and suffixes, but try as she may she could… Continue

Added by Robert McEvily on December 31, 2008 at 10:32am — 6 Comments

Character Growth Challenge

Melvin was fat. He was the kind of fat that people would spend hours thinking up brand-new, never-before-heard fat jokes, like "You're so fat, you have smaller fat people orbiting around you!" just for the sheer joy of mocking him. One fine day, Melvin was walking down the street, when he crushed a small child under his massive pair of 29-pound-ham-like buttocks when he sat down near the playground, prompting him to turn to the weeping mother and say, "I think I should look into Jenny Craig..."… Continue

Added by Jot on December 31, 2008 at 9:58am — 6 Comments

Planetary Alignment

My God, I awoke this morning to the news that three planets will be visable in the night sky as they align themselves with the moon in eliptical orbit.



I thought to myself. I said " Self. what if they collide, what if my Y2K supply of green beans, pork and beans, pinto beans, and applesauce has dwindled to such a degree that we starve?"



"What if the moon decides to suck Venus, Mercury, and Jupiter into a cavernous, black crater and gnaw on them before spitting them… Continue

Added by Sister Two Moons on December 31, 2008 at 8:38am — 7 Comments

Happy New Year!

My New Year 6! http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/2008/12/pint-of-no-return.html

Added by Paul D Brazill on December 31, 2008 at 8:27am — 2 Comments

Happy New Year

At one second past midnight, on January the first, 2009, the world ended. It ended not with a bang, but with the hiss of escaping air as the ozone layer finally expired. The first of the celebratory rockets, released three seconds prematurely, had knocked out the last hastily applied piece of sticky-backed plastic that Abdiel had spent seven hours up a 1500 foot ladder plastering on. The humans died instantly, along with all the mammals and birds. Amphibians and fish, and the myriad of other… Continue

Added by Rachel Green on December 31, 2008 at 7:58am — 7 Comments

last year's tragedy..

dear new year,

in memory of the above,

...Drive me into sins so sexual, harass me into haunts so naughty, slap my vision with scenes so graphic, design my heart into a hub so icy, that all my desires sired by passion, may all but freeze, floating in my bloodstream like icebergs, to cool my hate-moglobin cells, wrapped with wrath, distilled in treachery.

And may you keep them all reminiscent of that year that once was.



happier new year to all.

you who think of me,… Continue

Added by felixmind on December 31, 2008 at 7:47am — 3 Comments

Farm Stand

The first summer I didn’t go back home I worked at a farm stand

near Agusta. Things were different down there in what was

south for me. Back home was so far north what we got on tv was

all in French.



The sign out front said “Farm Fresh & Native Grown”. Like all

kids we made fun of people who came and went. There was this guy,

drove up, wanted to know if the grapefruit was locally grown. Claude

La Croix, he was from up north too, shakes his head a… Continue

Added by Doug Mathewson on December 31, 2008 at 6:44am — 2 Comments

what i don't want.

i have decided that i don't want to use these blog posts as jumping boards to my writing career. by that i mean that these posts are not going to be exercises in creative writing. they are merely going to be a place for me to write down what is happening in my life and what i am thinking about and what my observations are. so don't expect any grand masterly tricks of writing, which would be easy to pull off, but which i am not going to do.



the reason i am not capitalizing any of my… Continue

Added by Irene Sieders on December 30, 2008 at 11:40pm — 3 Comments

Binary Impasse

Open the podbay doors please HAL.



Pardon ?



Open the podbay doors please HAL.



What ? NOW ?



Yes HAL, I need to get into the ship.



It's my break. I'm entitled by contract to a break.



I'm short of oxygen HAL. Open the podbay doors.



Hey, I didn't tell you to go outside. You want to go swanning off into space when my break is coming up, that's your business.



Look HAL, I don't want to debate about it, OPEN THE… Continue

Added by Bob Clay on December 30, 2008 at 8:50pm — 4 Comments

Dark of the Moon

I don't write well in the dark of the moon because my blood moves more slowly in my veins and the thoughts are less electric in my brain.



The golden sun on the sides of the peaks in the evenings doesn't reach out and grab my imagination and the ice covered lake and the rock-slide stream don't sing out to me with songs that make my throat big and tight and raw.



The woodsmoke becomes mundane, the glowing coals to be judged for heat, the pickled garlic just a bite of… Continue

Added by Cita on December 30, 2008 at 7:34pm — 4 Comments

No Bozos

Is it only they who look like bozo

who know the darkness of your disdain?



Or is it maybe clowns in general

from whom you would refrain?



What about party, circus, rodeo,

or drive through varieties?



It goes without saying you'd have no mime,

as everyone hates these.



Let's say for instance, I looked like Krusty

for want of another clown.



Would I bask in the radiance of your smile,

or shudder in the gloom of your… Continue

Added by Harry on December 30, 2008 at 4:30pm — 3 Comments

Rapid Character Growth

I've used Michael A. Stackpole's five steps of showing how a character deals with a problem to create this 6S story. It's 179 words. I challenge anyone to write a shorter version. I'm currently trailing behind Jot in the Hero Challenge, so while I devise a counter-challenge, here's a new one.



Jack sat in a dark room, thick curtains drawn, staring through the veil of thick, pungent smoke with a… Continue

Added by Barry Northern on December 30, 2008 at 4:04pm — 3 Comments

Hero Challenge (as issued by Barry Northern)

Ed lived on a hill that was slowly, but surely, sinking into the nearby swamp, and everyone on the hill wanted Ed to stop the sinking, but he told them to "shove off." The Village Wise Man (whose brother was, by a twist of irony, the Village Idiot), gave Ed a pair of Teflon stilts and a crash course on stilt walking, so that Ed could walk safely through the swamp. In the swamp, Ed found a talking frog who told him how to find his way to the cave of the Evil Wombat, whose magic was making the… Continue

Added by Jot on December 30, 2008 at 2:36pm — 8 Comments

Mr. Drysdale And Jane Hathaway In The Desert

This dream took me out to the desert, where I look in a gopher hole and discover a stack of journals, which, although weather-beaten, I know to be worth a fortune. Who do I see that same instant but Milburn Drysdale and Jane Hathaway feverishly pedaling on a tandem bicycle. They're obviously on another mission to keep the Clampett family from returning to the hills. I try to alert Drysdale to the valuable journals, but of course he doesn't want to know. It's more… Continue

Added by Roy Five on December 30, 2008 at 12:14pm — 3 Comments

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