November 2011 – Our Write Side

Kate sighed as she viewed the landscape around her. Alex was as good as his word, not only securing her job, but getting her promoted from journalist to field reporter. She’d already received her first assignment and found herself here, on the outskirts of a town about 45 miles from home. It was farm country…

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“Martin, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, Kate. I’m sorry I can’t be the man you need me to be. I’m sorry that I’m driving you to nightmares. I’m just sorry. You and Malcolm are better off without me, at least until I get my head straight. I can’t keep doing this to you. Dr. Anderson offered…

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The door to the café opened and Valerie stood there. She shook off the scarf she’d covered her hair with, and shook the little Ziploc bag she had in her hand, a smile lighting up her face. “I brought it back just like I said I would, Mrs. Chisholm.” Her words were soft, rushed as…

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The day began early. The sun not yet arose from its bed as the moon cast a soft silver light on the white landscape in front of Martin. The first frost of the season never failed to awe him and here in the mountains, it was simply majestic.He closed his eyes, allowing the bite of…

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In the mornings Just before the house awakes A hot cup of coffee in hand. This is my quiet space. A Sunday drive Down country roads Trees ablaze in fall splendor. This is my quiet space. In the wee hours Children nestled snug in their beds The cadence of a snoring husband nearby. This is…

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Week 3 has begun and I am still slightly ahead of schedule (35,052 words as of this posting). I’m just hitting the meat of my story, and I’m finding this a bit more challenging. Do I need to write every detail or can I skim over Kate’s assignments to jump to the next part? Is…

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The sun was shining, and it was proving to be a beautiful fall day. “For once the weatherman had called it right,” Kate mused aloud, as she opened the moon roof and all four windows to let the fresh air blow through. A smile planted itself on her face as smell of hot clay entered…

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*Warning: This post is graphic in nature (non-sexual situation). She stirred and shifted in the small chair she used for a bed. The nurse brought her a pillow and a blanket and while she was warm, there was no comfort. She slept fitfully, her dreams coming in gaps. Some of them were about Martin, but…

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The dreaded second week came, and its almost over, and I’m still running steady on the word count (You can see my progress in the sidebar!) and the story is still tumbling out, no ending in sight. I didn’t write much Monday. It took all day of goofing around before I actually got motivated enough…

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*Warning: This is a snippet from a horror story in progress. If you are easily frightened, you should skip this one. His voice called out razor sharp and cold as ice, as he stood in the black mire, his boots melting into it as if he and the mire were one.  “Why did you come…

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