Tag: writing
group name: bhawana16
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August 02, 2007 03:31 PM EDT --
The newly wed couple entered the Lufthansa flight to Philadelphia eagerly yet hesitatingly. Both were in their early twenties; their faces were full of anticipation of the new tomorrow. They . . . more
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March 18, 2008 10:59 AM EDT --
Once upon a time there was Annie.
Six years old, a pretty face, with eyes that reminded one of the oceans, and lips like rose buds.
Living in the outer house with her mom, Annie took . . . more
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November 03, 2007 12:35 AM EDT --
It wasn’t a usual morning. The sunlight peeped through the blinds forcing Maria to open her eyes. The queen size bed looked bigger than she remembered. The cool breeze made . . . more
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February 22, 2008 04:56 PM EST --
Sometimes a phrase somewhere can bring out a story. I was reading John Beck's article and this line " .... soft, qualitative something which brings smiles and tears" hit me . . . more
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November 15, 2007 12:36 PM EST --
I cried when I read this book "BRINGING ASHA HOME". It's a perfect gift for so many people this holiday season, specially to friends who have adopted children from overseas and to . . . more
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October 30, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
Reading about Amy’s prompt, about ‘October’ brought back feelings, emotions I’ve felt this whole month. I’ve craved to go home, be with my parents, and spend time with . . . more
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December 11, 2007 10:53 PM EST --
The clock on the hospital wall slowly ticked away breaking the eerie silence of the room. Cecile didn’t remember how long she had been lying there, with the IVs and the antibiotics. Even the sheets . . . more
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November 29, 2007 11:06 AM EST --
A valley nestled between the Himalayas and Shivalik Hills, is a quaint, old town called Dehardun. It was once appropriated by the Britishers as a residential resort.
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November 08, 2007 02:40 PM EST --
This article is one of two called
1. The Miracle of Writing
2. The Miracle of Creating
One thing sure about the art of good writing is that the all time Master has to be Shakespeare. . . . more
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December 04, 2007 05:31 PM EST --
Four year old Sara watched her mom quietly, as she put the ornaments on the Christmas tree. Peaceful angels, . . . more
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December 19, 2007 04:07 PM EST --
Garry wheeled his brown and yellow truck into the development. Looking back at the packages to be delivered, he sighed. Holidays are always so busy. Thank God, they were getting paid by the hour.
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January 09, 2008 06:11 AM EST --
I wanted to post something exuberant. So here goes:
Jason and Haya walked joyfully hand in hand over to the two hangars that stood some distance away from the farmhouse, near the horse paddock. . . . more
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December 27, 2007 01:33 PM EST --
"There's some of Romeo's romance in me... I romanticize a lot of things in my mind..." ~Leonardo DiCaprio
Reading about the thoughts Kimberly provided about the book . . . more
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November 27, 2007 11:30 PM EST --
Flashing lights cast long shadows on the bedroom wall waking Nayanna from her deep slumber. Was she dreaming? Squinting she tried to focus. The sheets next to her were cold. Shawn was out . . . more
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November 28, 2007 11:14 PM EST --
Elegantly Tania escorted Rose through the aisle. Joy and pride reflected in her eyes, as she looked at Rose, a beautiful bride in white. Today she didn’t care about the sneering looks and . . . more
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January 07, 2008 03:36 PM EST --
Standing on the deck, Jill watched the sun rise amidst the trees. The sparrows flocked on the wet dewy grass and a red cardinal played hide and seek with the rays. Everything was serene, except her heart. . . . more
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January 17, 2008 05:42 PM EST --
Did you hear that clarion call?
Was it like a hunter's horn?
Or an eagle at a waterfall?
I know, for I have heard it too
It's more like the calmest hush
And it's not from there . . . more
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October 05, 2007 04:22 PM EDT --
Penumbras flickered near the shadows’ edges,
Striking the empty wall: a dizzying array
Blacks and grays
Plain against eggshell white, yellowed in time;
Black etchings mimed winter-bare trees, . . . more
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July 12, 2008 10:18 AM EDT --
Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again . . . more
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November 05, 2007 10:10 AM EST --
1. Search
Play for me fugues by Bach
And Hail to Thee's by Haydn
Four seasons by Vivaldi
A passage for the violin.
Tell me what did Hillary see
Was it Tibet or deep into his heart? . . . more
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