Wednesday Works
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If you’re a writer first starting out, writing tips can be overwhelming. So many writers overthink the writing tips all over the internet. I was fortunate to write my first few novels without the overwhelming “help” of the internet. I was fortunate to be able to find my own way of writing and creating. I’m
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I didn’t write yesterday. I could not find one iota of a pocket of time to put words down on the page. I did not shout into the void, nor build up a world where the reader can escape from our chaotic world. I did not write yesterday. I did not throw words onto the
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The April girls are all there in Heaven, Sitting in a cafe drinking tea. Or maybe they’re all raising hell, In some dingy bar. Maybe they’re up there, Chasing lives they wish they had lived, Making up for the time they lost. Maybe they’re watching over me and C, Making bets, Passing along the binoculars,
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Last Saturday, it was Hazel’s time to go. After 14 years, she succumbed to Feline Mediastinal Lymphoma. Dear Angels who gained a cat in Heaven, Her name is Hazel and she’s the best cat you’ll ever have. She responds to many nicknames (Beavis, Floofy, and Woofy), but I’m sure you’ll make some of your own.
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This is a game I’ve started playing with myself to get story ideas while I drive in the car. Using license plate letters, I come up with characters. Urr is a caveman in the Neolithic times, one of the first to find fire. Yeedle is a Jewish teen, growing up in the 1980’s during the
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“With this kiss, I die!” They were six, performing a dumbed down version of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet for a room full of their parents. She was Juliet, and he in all of his front toothless glory was Romeo. They had practiced and practiced, but had never actually kissed in any of the practices. Mrs.
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Dear Writer’s Block, It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been so busy with everything that’s been going on, with long hours at work, too much homework on the weekends and a full social life that I haven’t been able to sit down and shoo you away with the keyboard. Sure, you let me get a
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Antique Firearms The antique pistol let out a sad, soggy click, but would not fire. The main character looked down at the gun with a sigh. “Not again!” She shouted in frustration. She smacked the butt of the gun with her soaking hands, hoping to dislodge some of the water. “Man, is the author going
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The letter arrived without pomp or circumstance. It was tucked between the water bill and the gas bill, barely even noticeable as he threw the mail on the counter after a long day at work. “I’ll pay it when I get paid,” He grumbled, wiping the exhaustion of work from his face as he contemplated
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The Seeker of Words spends her days trying to find the right word for the right situation. There are millions of words at her disposal, but sometimes the words hide and make her chase. Sometimes the words play hard to get and don’t come at the right time. Most days, the Seeker of words prays
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When the telephone was invented, the telegraph operators found they were out of work. The whole process started slowly, a few telegraph operators at a time laid off over the first couple weeks. The majority of them all gone, the last few were the longest there. And then, there was one. His name was Gerald,
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The first day of winter was always the best. The weather getting colder, the first snow falls, the garish sun hiding away so she could be seen again. The first day of winter was the first day of his life for so many years and the last day of winter was the day he went
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Moving out of his current apartment and into a new house meant a lot of decluttering. The space he had lived in was small, but somehow over the years he had lived there, he had managed to collect a lot of junk. He found that particular item in his bookshelf, tucked between two massive textbooks
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In her world, everything and everyone had a place. Each and every person, place or thing fit together like puzzle pieces. As she built her world exactly the way she wanted it, placing the people carefully in the city and the forests, building dark creatures between the trees and damsels in distress in the high
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His skin simulator felt too tight. It trapped him inside, too tight in some places, too large in others, heavy with use and age, but he would give anything to be there, waiting to learn their language. He had heard all about it, tried to learn on his own planet, but something was missing. There
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Music and laughter flowed up from the open double doors on the gentle breeze flowing through the curtains. Josephine looked up from her studies, longing to join them, but her governess forced her back to the page. “Your handwriting is atrocious, child!” Her governess, Prudence admonished. “How do you expect your kingdom to enact your
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While he was breaking into the castle vaults, looking for any information to get the tyrant king off the throne, his wife was having tea with the very same man. He wasn’t aware of if until he came home that evening and found her sitting at their small kitchen table, tending to their meager chipped
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The library might as well have been her second home. As much time as she had spent there, she was surprised they even asked to see her library card anymore. She had never even had a late fee, had never forgotten a good book. She had practically spent her whole life reading. Ever since she
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Here, on the eve of a new decision, we the people have done as we were asked to do. We put our best selves forward and made a decision for the future. Left or right, red or blue, it doesn’t matter. We the people used our voices and stood up and made sure we were
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The morning after she wakes up with a headache. Throbbing in the center of her forehead making the lights too bright, sounds too harsh, everything too painful. The night before was a dream, but the morning after is a nightmare of blurs and raucous noises that burn her brain from the inside out. The night