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*cloudtographer
is sometimes Super Mack :BPrayer, Close-Up
Abstract prose and some poetry
picked cleanI grieve in three shades: gray, black, and in that pinkish hue you find on the underbelly of a dead fish. I walk through cemeteries and the gravestones pour out their hearts to me, and I am glad to have umbrella when the pale-faced sky opens all the faucets in the house at once.picked clean
I grieve inside of acoustic-guitar strings. It’s quiet there, and the warm hum reminds me of the glowing ember gnawing its way out of me from right behind my lungs, puncturing them to let out every breath I took from the crisp winter air that nips my face, licks me right on the nose, bathes my face in icy feather dow
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Surrealist Vingettes1.Surrealist Vingettes
Emma dreams she's drowning a lot because she went swimming and left her heart underwater. She wants it back, but she's afraid that without the now familiar pressure on her chest--the vacancy--she'll float away; she'll cease to exist.
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Thomas keeps an elephant who plays the saxophone in his garage. Once in awhile he shows it to guests, but afterwords he always feels like crying so he goes behind his neighbor's shrubs and comes back into the house smelling like cigarette smoke.
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Jane has a box full of puzzle pieces that she finds on the street, and
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Flash Fiction MonthJuly 3Flash Fiction Month
The firefly boy was born in December. He lit the dark house up like nothing had, or ever would again. His mother was radiant with love, his father a mirror, and they blazed in that cold winter night. But after a week, the firefly light was exhausted, and ready to go out. The snow melted around his grave.
July 4
Chin in hand, Madeline is practicing the art of becoming marble as she sits beside her window. The curtains seem determined to distract her, though, dancing and blowing in the wind, graceful and beautiful... words he used to describe he
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a little lessI spend three days after my birthday rooted to the bluff overlooking the harbor. On the fourth day, when I am busy picking out shapes in the clouds, the ship arrives and I don’t even notice ‘till it’s right there, docking. I’m on my feet and leaping through the tall grass in moments; I have no shadow in the blue-gray November morning. The sky is the color of my father’s eyes, and the color of the sea.a little less
There’s a crowd--I should’ve been early enough to avoid them--but I’m small and I push through easily enough.
“Nick!” I shout to a cre
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Wordspill: The SeaAs a child, Melony lived in a hospital. It was both one of her favorite and least favorite times. She could've done without the needles, but the white walls and the sheets gave her ideas about feathers, and she was convinced that there were seagulls living in the building. She once even warned a neighbor that his goldfish might disappear one evening. The doctors moved him down the hall.Wordspill: The Sea
The first time Melony heard a piano, she thought it was a waterfall. Up close, rolling ivory fascinated her; the weight of the music felt perfect, like the pressure of the ocean--heavy, but a
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suitcaseWhenever anybody says the word "suitcase," she always gets the same images in her head; of her grandfather's attic, with the circle window on one end that never let in enough light to make it worth mentioning, the little brass lamp with the velvet green shade, the countless old radios piled up in stacks against the slanting roof, and the battered cardboard boxes, many with strange indentations in the sides.suitcase
Then her mind shuffles in another round of images, juxtaposing velvet green with her grandfather's wrinkles, his eyeglasses, and the woolen vests she could always bury her head in, as he sat in his maroon armchair.
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What I love about this piece really is the third stanza. My rating as to impact was... well, greatly impacted by that (hehe). For me,...
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- 19 SimplyProse: Nov's Submissions and Dec's Prompts - Dec 3, 2008
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- Favourite artist: The artist of creation.
- Favourite poet or writer: Those who write beautiful sentences.
What's with the mustache?
 The emote version of me has a mustache. Why is this? Well, to tell you the truth... it's random! One day at an art class I had some black construction paper, so I cut out a mustache and started wearing it, and then it somehow ended up on my emote.  Any other questions?  |
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Thanks for the 
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365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
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365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
yup
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
Thanks
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
thanks for faving
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- actual subtitle from Hong Kong film
looking for a spark of inspiration, get Lit *VisualLit
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"Take my advice, or I'll spank you without pants." - actual subtitle from Hong Kong filmlooking for a spark of inspiration, get Lit *VisualLit
yep
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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There's always a bright side to life. It's just a matter of not being too colourblind to be able to see it.
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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I just posted a poll on this topic. The main advice I've seen in books about this is to keep writing anyway, that getting words down on the page is the most important thing. But you know what? It's really fun to be inspired. It makes creating art one of the best feelings ever. And when I'm not inspired, I often feel like I'm forcing words onto the page, when it could be so much more alive. I feel like I'm writing drivel.
I know that you can edit. I have to keep telling myself that. But it's hard to start when you feel like you're failing from word one, you know?
I think that's the worst feeling--not writer's block, but the absence of inspiration. When it was easy yesterday, but today each word feels like a drop of blood.