July 2012 – Our Write Side

Sitting on the rocks by the cemetery Reading the ancient runes “You are like Merlin” the wise one said “Relearning what you already knew.” Waiting for that instance When darkness meets the light Waiting for that twinkle That says the fairies are a-flight. Sitting on the rocks by the cemetery My child by my side…

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Dear Morgan, Words do not even begin to describe the depth of my love for you. I miss you greatly, more than you miss me, if you can fathom that. As a sign of my love, I am sending you my greatest treasure here. Please wear them whenever you miss me and it will be…

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The grit of the African air hit him as soon as he landed. The open side of the helicopter did nothing to conceal this grit, and the wind from the blades started… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, there you have it. The first 33 words of my NaNo novel (Toxic Lucidity) from last November. No, it’s not finished…

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The drought has lasted 240 days now with no end in sight. Death is swiftly approaching. There’s only one barrel of water left. The going is slow but that barrel is nearing. I can see it clearly. I twist the handle and nothing happens. The spigot is dry. Please, I beg of you, I would…

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If we’d of  had any clue back in 2011 when that earthquake shook up Louisa, Virginia, that this would happen, I’m quite sure we would of handled it with much, much more care. I mean, we knew the power plant was there, but just never considered that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t held up as…

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Cassidy could feel four sets of eyes staring through her curtains. They hovered there, in the shade provided by the tall trees surrounding her domain. Ever since she’d found the severed head of Mimir, the last of Odin’s magical artifacts, unlocking Odin’s 18th song, they’d been there—two ravens and two wolves. The severed head was…

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I heard you before I saw you, shooting through the woods, a red bullet aiming straight for me. Two leaps carried me across the blacktop. I hid, barely within the safety of the forest, knowing the shrubbery wouldn’t conceal me. You felt my eyes watching you, waiting for you to pass, as I stood there…

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Last time with Viola: Changes As Father Lee spoke his last word, a low growl erupted from the stretcher.  Viola stood up in spasms, her body’s reaction to the new blood flowing through her. She reached for Henrietta. Henrietta stepped just beyond Viola’s arm span as the chains on Viola’s wrist restrained her. Viola jerked…

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Last time with Viola Grace (chronologically) Henrietta looked at the near empty bag, the last of Orvella’s blood, hanging over Viola Grace’s head. She would be glad when it was over. She missed Orvella fiercely but knew that if Orvella were here, she would disapprove of what Henrietta’s next step was. She wanted to delay…

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I am imaginative and creative. I wonder what the world looks like from my children’s eyes. I hear the cacophony of characters’ voices in my head. I see each scene played out like a tv show in my head. I want to be published and paid for it. I am imaginative and creative.   I…

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