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Category: Storytelling
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I thought I would share an excerpt from a new story that I am writing called Outposts….It’s a work in progress 😉 from “Outposts” by Leigh-Anne Tyson © 2010 I Flakes of old white paint jabbed into Adele’s chin as she rested it on the window sill. She stood, leaning and staring out the window…
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  Resting her head against the door frame she watched him pack his bag. He rolled the tea pot in a shirt and stuffed it in the middle.
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from Charlie Rivers by Leigh-Anne Tyson © 2010 Charlie stood on the porch and flicked his cigarette. It floated through the air, turning slowly. The way it fell looked like a scene from the movies, thought Charlie, when the cigarette would land in a pool of gasoline, and light it. Then the flame would shoot…
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Charlie started the car and pulled away from the curb. He left her standing in the snow. Her red bandana tied sadly on her bag
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day 10 It was two o’clock in the morning. Bruce didn’t know where John had gone. Steve took off around midnight saying something about his wife. Bruce didn’t care about anything. He had no ride but he didn’t care about that either. He had all the time in the world to walk back to his…
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…new assignment – write a paragraph that is the start of a novel, inspired after picking 7 books off your bookshelf and reading the titles, then writing with the title that pulls you the most – from Sandra and Deena Metzer. It was a tough one for me! la ~ Neva rushed to catch the…
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whatever occurs – the brass lock. Allie turned on the light, pushing the switch with one finger. The switch snapped and light erupted from the bare bulb hanging down in the center of the room. Water stained the ceiling some time ago, leaving a mottled brown map to spread to one corner. The faded floral…
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unsent letter I pressed the pen to the paper, hesitating to draw it forward to leave a black trail behind it. What should I write, knowing that the letter itself might never see the inside of an envelope, and even if it did, I wouldn’t know where to send it. I thought of you tonight,…
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I beginning I dreamed last night, after many days of sleepless and broken sleeps. I dreamed that I was walking through a wooded place. The trees were bare, set apart, as though it were late fall. There were houses a long the path, I cannot remember now how many, but several. Two come to mind…
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The sky is heavy and darkly grey this morning. Even though the rain is falling outside my window, my heart is full. The twelfth day of Christmas arrived quietly. Together we have shared the morning, each in our own way, in our time. My thoughts are like a many pointed start moving out in different…
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XI Eleven beads sit On a string around my wrist Each a prayer for you ~
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X All day today I have been thinking about what I would write to you. What words could I possibly put in this paper for you to read. The paper reminds with each turn of my pen, when my fingers graze its rough face, that there is a distance between us, physical, real that cannot…
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