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The Battle of Creativity | 52 Weeks – The Halfway Mark
The honest reflection on this, here at the halfway mark, is that it has been really hard for me. It has been a battle, a battle between me and my creativity. A battle of creativity.
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The Factory | A Short Story
He watched as she pushed her mop across the factory floor. The cans of carrots were backing up, but his hands had broken into a sweat.
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l’Empire de la Mort | A Short Story
Arrête, c’est ici l’empire de la mort! I will die soon. The sign over the door predicts my fate.
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Paradise | A Chapter
Every year we meet in paradise; always somewhere with crystalline waters and a turquoise sky.
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Superman | A Short Story
The little boy with the black hair ran about the campsite in his Superman cape. “Mommy, watch!” The boy jumped from a rock, rolling in the dirt.
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The Light | A Short Story
We were driving through the dark central valley cornfields, late at night, on our way to visit family. We had been driving for over five hours, the light of the sun had faded hours ago, with only a few stops to stretch our legs.
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Honey – A Story of Love and Time | A Short Story
The little girl woke with a gasp, her heart pounding, sweat running into her eyes. She grabbed her favorite bear, Honey, and dragged him across the floor and into her parent’s room.
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The Dilemma of Purpose | A Short Story
“Ahhh, the dilemma of purpose. Some walk through life never giving it a thought. Some live life as a cliffhanger. Some, like you, never quite know.”
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My Forever Love | A Short Story
Mysterious and beautiful. A place to escape. A place alive at night with numb, wandering souls. A place for us, my forever love.
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White Coats | A Short Story
It was Saturday when I set the explosives. The men in the white coats, they’ve been watching me.
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52 Weeks – Week 14 – Andromeda’s Lament
Andromeda, the chained woman, screams to the heavens.
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The Cufflinks | A Short Story
Slowly and with much bodily protest, Eleanore stooped to pick up the silver cufflinks, turning them in her palm.
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52 Weeks – Week 12 – A Murder of Crows
As her eyes opened, the crows landed around her in a circle. They laid for her nuts and seeds and then, hopping, the murder of crows led her back to her home, now barren.
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52 Weeks – Week 11 – The Imperfect Self
She squats and unzips it. That is when I tumble out. Unkempt. My imperfect self.
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The Tango | A Short Story
His arm cradled my back, the rough of his chin pressed against my temple. The tango was slow, my feet tracing the wood as this man barely moved me from this spot.
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The Cult of Cait | A Short Story
I was dozing when she knocked on my door. The sun had long set, and I should have been looking into my dreams, but I was waiting for her.
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52 Weeks – Week 8 – The Community
A white van with the logo on the side, three orange circles stacked inside each other; the child, the mother, and the Community.
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52 Weeks – Week 7 – The Flame
The Flame, duality of fire. The first flame, a poem on our lovers. The last flame, one of fire and change.
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52 Weeks – Week 6 – The Hitchhiker
The Hitchhiker. I see a woman standing at the crossroads of the country road, her thumb sticking out. Her hair is long and dark and straight; like mine.
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52 Weeks – Week 5 – Drink the Kool-Aid
Week 5 – A teenager whose parents have unwelcome news. Include: comic book, battery, crumbly, apartment, angelic, breach, shooter, soda, engineer, substantiate Read Bridgette’s Week 5 here Drink the Kool-Aid “They’re coming. Drink the Kool-Aid,” says dad. I refuse to put down my comic book; the crumbly broken apartment falling down around me. “Drink the …
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Rapture in Reverse | A Short Story
Rapture in Reverse October 30, 2043 We set sail today from Barcelona. While it won’t be a long journey–we’ve come so far already– I’ve decided to write it all down in hopes of sharing it with what is left of the World. I like to joke that I’m the Darwin of our trip, a joke …
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52 Weeks – Week 3 – The Cardboard Prince
3. Mash up two classic fairy tales into one story Include: fireplace, sword, grove, stroke, underbrush, mourn, seven, friendship, cardboard, giver My partner in words, read Bridgette’s Tale for this week. The Cardboard Prince “Must I scrub the floors too?” said Sylvie with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “Perhaps you would like to throw …
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52 Weeks – Week 2 -The Rifle
The Rifle – A few birds take flight from the overgrown weedy land in front of the stoop, but everything else is silent. Beyond the yard there is a fence and beyond the fence there is a pitted dirt road. Beyond that are trees and forest and Frankie feels the weight of someone watching.
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52 Weeks – Week 1 – Avalon
The fog swirls around my feet as I walk along the edge f the lake. There are shadows, swirling in the mist, light that moves and fades. It has been so many years since I have seen the shores of my home, of Avalon.
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The 52 Week Writing Challenge
Back some 15+ years ago, when my daughter was little, I met another mom at a mother’s support network. We became friends, casually at first, then closer, then many years when we didn’t hear from each other at all. We both believed in magic and mothering and nature and raising our children gently, surrounded by …
Dreams are the language of Mystery
