September 2012 – Our Write Side

I have a dreaded disease. I have writer’s ADHD. There is so much swirling around in my head on a regular basis that I go on sensory overload. I save as much I can, scribble down the ideas that flow through me, and feel defeated when I see only two of the thousands that are…

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She kept both hands on the wheel and let the tears flow freely. Life had thrown her into reverse of late and she’d taken it all in stride, or so she thought. Things weren’t exactly rosy in her marriage before she’d opened her heart and home to her husband’s teenage boys, but now it seemed…

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The following story is my entry in Suess’s Pieces 2012 Writers Week Writing Contest. The prompt I chose was “For a full year, Cooper Hillard…” For a full year, Cooper Hillard grew watermelons. He cultivated crop after crop, talked to them, and stored them in the old barn. His harvests were the best the old…

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It’s hard to think of anything else When all I want is you. What happened to us? We used to be so close. Now we seem to be set adrift Two ships passing in the bay Our lives running concurrent Yet so very far apart.   Have you forgotten me? It seems as if you…

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Aiane carried the mirror through the mist, intent on what was swirling within it rather than where she was going. She dressed in all black, but not because she was wicked. Rather, it was in disguise. Her magic was powerful and there were many who would take advantage and use it for evil. Wearing the…

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Soren held the candlestick high as she crept down the scarlet hallway of the Library of Fact and Fantasy. She paused every few seconds to listen to the sounds around her before she continued. It wouldn’t do to be caught roaming the hallway at night, not since her sister, Sage, had done it and been…

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I gaze longingly out the window, my eyes searching for the honeysuckle that hangs over the fence in the backyard. Memories of its sweet taste and smell fill my senses, overpowering the pomegranate scented dish soap. I sigh deeply as I scrub yet another unrinsed plate, a testament that my children have yet to oblige…

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This is another segment of my WIP, In Time. It picks up where Swing Life Away  left off. A single shot was fired and Viola Grace slumped to the ground. “It doesn’t have to be like this,” she whispered,  the pleading in her eyes disappearing behind the lids as they closed. The Time Keeper caught…

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“Look! It’s raining people!” Elizabeth shouted. Jory came running to the window. “That’s just water.” She turned away disappointed. “Sigh. Maybe it’s time. Let’s take a ride.” Jory grabbed the urn and followed her mother to the car. The drive to the beach was silent. Elisabeth tousled Jory’s hair. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s do what…

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“You’re doing it wrong. Any witch worth her salt knows eye of newt always goes in before wolf’s bane.” Calliope put down the book she was holding and turned around. She cut her eyes at the large black spider watching from the web. “Fine.” She set the book under the web. “You do it then.”…

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