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AGE:
39
LOC: Clayton, NM
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 23
LOC: Clayton, NM
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: June 23
I chose the user name TakeARisk because I feel like that’s exactly what I need to be doing now. I have been playing my life very safely, and, not suprisingly, safe is not getting me where I want to be.
I do have a great job as a junior high school English teacher. I love the interaction and sharing great ideas. It’s also a safe place to write. Junior High students are easily impressed. But, again with the safe.
Writing has always been a joy to me. I love being good at something so cerebral. In college, it was my greatest pleasure to make the highest scores on writing assignments.
I wrote my first novella in high school. I’ve written many, many short stories. My poems seem to me to be a bit mundane, or I try too ha…
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Mama had dreamed terrible dreams about Dally ever since his 3rd birthday. In her dreams he was lawless, violent and angry. Mama was always crying over his body when she woke up. At first Mama was scared for little Dally. She worried about him, fretted over him. He seemed to be in constant mischief. Curiosity, she told herself. Dory, on the other hand, was always so well behaved, and she loved her little brother. Mama could always count on Dory to do the right thing, and to look out for Dally ...
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The brightly lit corridor smelled of antiseptic and that unmistakable nursing home odor, making Molly wrinkle her nose as she made her way past the elderly and infirm parked in wheelchairs at the thresholds of open doors. This part of the journey to visit her mother was the most difficult for Molly. The hopeful faces of lonely inmates turned toward her as she appeared, only to turn back again to blank expressions and private memories, as she continued by them. A few remembered her from past v...
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The brightly lit corridor smelled of antiseptic and that unmistakable nursing home odor, making Molly wrinkle her nose as she made her way past the elderly and infirm parked in wheelchairs at the thresholds of open doors. This part of the journey to visit her mother was the most difficult for Molly. The hopeful faces of lonely inmates turned toward her as she appeared, only to turn back again to blank expressions and private memories, as she continued by them. A few remembered her from past v...
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The brightly lit corridor smelled of antiseptic and that unmistakable nursing home odor, making Molly wrinkle her nose as she made her way past the elderly and infirm parked in wheelchairs at the thresholds of open doors. This part of the journey to visit her mother was the most difficult for Molly. The hopeful faces of lonely inmates turned toward her as she appeared, only to turn back again to blank expressions and private memories, as she continued by them. A few remembered her from past v...
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I would have offered you a cold drink But the 'frigerator can’t work And I thought to offer coffee But that machine too, is broke Water would be nice, you said But I haven’t a glass that’s whole They all have cracks and they leak, I said So you said you’d better go I offered you a ride but then Remembered that my car Has a broken kind of noise inside And I daren’t go very far No problem, you’ll walk, you said You really do not mind I’d walk with you a little bit ‘Cept I have a broken sort of ...
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The use of the invasion of Napolean is great. Historic Romance always shines when the history is accurate and interwoven. I hope that this is going to be an integral part of your plot. As I am, and many of your readers will be, unfamiliar with this episode in history, you might add a more detail about the war. Why "Hotspur"? The language here is very good, inc. the dialogue. I just keep stumbling over "whilst", esp. if it is the narrators word. The three dead don't need names/jobs, unless the...
"I'm calling the shots now." Ha! I love puns! Your story has a creative point of view... the narrator telling his story from beyond. But there has been nothing too horrifying in his life yet to warrant his escape to LA, much less his suicide. The speaker alludes to the idea that this is just the beginning of his problems, so are we to get a taste of issues in the afterlife ala "Beetleguise"? I just feel like this is a snippet of something much larger, which as you said, may be. Suggestions: h...
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I kept expecting the police and was surprised that protagonist didn't wait for them. Otherwise, I really enjoyed the story. Word Choice: "yo-yo of confusion and apathy" apathy is a lack of emotion
I like the pace and meter of your poem. It's quickness is appealing and appropriate to the subject. My biggest concern in this poem is that you contradict yourself in the first two lines with the "Bah!" and then "...I don't mean that in a bad way." I love the last line. Made me laugh at such a sinister situation. Good job.
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