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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blood

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Wash it AwayShe's watching the roadswith light flickering wet,the color turning her jeans dark.She'd wash them but she'd rather notget the color on her hands.The color on his coat,the burning blackened red,seeped through the bleach and startedto sting her eyes, forming salty clotsof warmth that fell when she could stand.He fe... More..

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Romance

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It was both strange and refreshing to be working at the flower shop at night, much later than I usually would. The summer heat had dwindled to a comfortable breezy dusk and the cooler I had stepped in to stock some more peonies eased the warmth radiating from my still stinging sunburn. I hadn't bothered to turn on the overhea... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature

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Forest FallDuring a solitary shufflethrough mid-autumn,I feel the treesgrowing around me.The shrubs stand on end.Greenery trembles at my footfalls.Branches reach out,beckoning me to tendthe forest which has sprouted.I am a maverick in this landof park rangers and tree huggers,land-of-the-free-ersand mother natures.I pause at ... More..

Hobbies & Games > Card Games How to do card tricks

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Card tricks are great fun and can be even more enjoyable if you follow some basic principles:1. Do not perform the same trick multiple times on the same person. That's how card tricks lose their magic.2. Practice until you're really comfortable. Sloppy card tricks aren't going to impress anyone.3. Look for ways to make your t... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature

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Thorns and Thistles it Shall Bring ForthI was pacing in her gardenwhen she called me in for tea,but I did not turn back.I gazed at the leaning daffodilswhose brown heads droopedlike burnt caterpillars, thinand wilting until they fell to the soil.I inhaled the lilacs,fingered their soft purple conesand swatted at the beesthat ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons

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The Autumn StoryI need to be November,crisp as frothy pumpkinsskim the lake mold.Crisp as frothy pumpkins,the frosted harvest is filteredthrough shivers of graying cold.The frosted harvest is filteredin cornucopian colors,cinnamon and deep gold.In cornucopian colors,there's a burnt fragranceboth savagely Puritan and bold.Ther... More..

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