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  Mumbling Myrtle sat in a booth in the local convenience store. Her usual seat was located between the magazine rack and a shelf full of car care products. The tile floor under her feet was made of that stuff that causes people not to slip when they step on a grape. So Myrtle was safe as she rose from her orange plastic booth to get a pack ...

http://www.slate.com/id/2183121/   I like the poem a lot!  The imagery and attention to to detail remind me of when I had to write my memoir in composition 1.  I really felt like I could see the room that Michael Chitwood speaking about.  This is an especially good poem to read while listening to a slow classical song.  ...

I Remember.The worn, weary past,The realm of the lost,The depths of your mind,I remember.The time that we shared,The place where we met,The wake of your path,I remember.The laugh that we shared,The light of your eyes,The strength of disdain,I remember.The feeling of love,The futile embrace,The split in the path,I remember.The door to your ...

DriftwoodFloating,Cast away,Never knownUntil that day.Floating, on a sea of thoughts,A tide that never ends.Somewhere, in the liquid vast,A piece of driftwood,Beneath the silent moon,Too proud to perish,Too small to overlook.Storms will rage,And waves will loom ahead,With the smothering weight,Of water.Cast upon,Dashed upon,A distant rocky ...

This piece started as a poem, but at the suggestion of a colleague, I created a prose version as well.  Enjoy!   Winter Love (Poetry Version)Warm inside, cozy in winter clothes,They laugh together in the frigid cold.Their faces blushed with happiness,Two clasped mitten hands,Innocent love, warmth amidst cold.Stay warm, stay ...

Elephant’s DreamWe’re living in a world of dreams,Escaping from our fears.It’s set apart, within the heart,Where no one else appears.We’re made of music, made of sound,That dances in the air,Just come inside this place to hide,You’ll never have to share.We’ve fallen to a place inside,Where everything is there,Nothing matters, nothing ...

Window GlassPouring rain may scour the world,And wind may blow it dry.But here inside is where I hide,And never will I leave.I’m looking at the worldThrough a sheet of window glass.Close enough but far away,I watch the seasons pass.In the night when thunder roars,And clouds float overhead,My ears won’t hear the sounds so near,For I am far away.I’m ...

October 31st is the deadline for Short Stories, Flash Fiction and Poetry submissions, in the Write Around the Block Literary contest.  Check out www.writearoundtheblock.com for details.

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Can you make a story, under 700 words, with the beginning line ''Halloween used to be my favorite holiday.''  Try it and log on to www.writearoundtheblock.com for submission details