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AGE: 46
LOC: Salem, IN
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 06

Hi everyone. My name is Sandi i am single, and my dream is to one day write a book. I write and expierment with all kinds of genres. I like the way Geoffrey Chaucer made his poems into stories. I try to mimic his style a little.  I also love Henry James, Ernest Hemmingway,I am a double major English/literature  at Indiana University, SoutheastI am a Journalism minor. I have been going to school for six-years and will soon graduate. I have won various awards for my works. One being, the Metroversity writing contest, where i came in second.I enjoy reading other people’s work. I have been on urbis now for about two months and i have seen so many good writers. I have also met good people. I just want to thank all the reviewers on here. I hav…

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                                     Night: The Beginning I walked into your museum of antiquity and you smiled at me. You offered me a book called “The Leaves of Grass” and asked me to stay awhile. Together we roamed the catacombs of yesterday My mind conjures your dusky image, a timeless figure of ano...
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Poetry / My Lover, Night
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My Lover, Night Night, I have loved him obsessively I have chased his vessel that sails a sea of desolation I have grown weary of searching the swirling mist within his darkness He darts here and there, but is nowhere I have reached for him and touched his cold empty air I have sung to him the most beautiful tune but met only with despair I once played Moonlight Sonata to an empty Night I heard him sob softly as he faded into light. How can one love something that never stays in one place? Ho...
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Non-fiction / Christmas at Wendover
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Christmas at Wendover Memories are nature’s keepsakes of the past; some are good, some are bad, and others fade slowly away like dreams in the mist My best memories are of my childhood growing up in the backwoods of Southeastern Kentucky. Often times, I reflect on the primitive beauty of the landscape and realize that it is and always will be an intrinsic part of myself. One of my most precious memories is of a Christmas I spent at Wendover at the home of famous nurse and midwife Mary Brecki...
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Short Story / A Man and his Island:
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A Man and his Island According to the Coroner, my uncle was dead for five or six -days before they found him. Concerned neighbors had noticed that the Sunday paper still lay on his porch and had called the authorities. According to a neighbor, they found him reared back in his ratty old easy chair; his face was as grey as the sky that spitted white furries of snow.. His television had blasted the sports channel, and the refrigerator still hummed monotonously in the background. Life continued...
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Sunflowers in the Meadow. By day, the sunflowers in the meadow stand tall, yellow, and, bright. Rippled by the wind and nurtured by the warm sunlight. Such simplistic beauty—a feast for the eye. Their seeded faces upturned toward the violet sky, Although, bright and colorful at first glance. There might be more to sunflowers than you think. When darkness etches into the light, The sunflowers in the meadow transform into an eerie sight. Their long heavy stalks and seeded faces Silhouetted agai...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / The Killing Time
Why can't you cancel it? What is it? With that said, this was a nice peep into your past. (I know the niacin flush. It is the next thing to hell) What i most liked about this is that you gave the reader a large chunk of your life in two pages. This is a feat. I couldn't do it. It flowed well, was interesting and more importantly it had dynamite ending. Very poignant. You might take this and write a memior. I would read it. Good work, Sandi
Non-fiction / Pictures from My Mind
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