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I've left a deposit in the snow bank. Something for you to draw against when all the things scream to be made. Please don't think what I've buried is your private stash of Taschengeld. If you're hungry I know how to boil water. If there are holes in your stockings, I happen to dabble in…
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I had so much fun brainstorming screenplay ideas for Twilight origin stories. Per the official rules, I submitted five 500-character outlines for consideration. Although I wasn't one of the 40 writers chosen, the experience was well worth the effort. Below are my screenplay pitches for Aro, Benjamin, Emmett, Garrett, and Huilen. If you would like…
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Some of the students' offerings were hasty sketches. A few of the pieces presented were formulaic; even worse, sentimental. But four artists found poetry in the suggestion, the tease, the pale outline held up to the light that could only be filled in by someone with nothing to lose. Of all the measures taken to…
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My problem? I've got too much vision. It fogs up my View-Master. When the little pictures spin so fast I can't tell where I'm at, or what it is I see, I consult the works of others. Stories that germinate inside someone else's melon provide a useful barometer for my foul weather days. Some rough…
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My self-addressed stamped revelation got lost in the mail. I'd waited a long time to admire my profile with as few distractions as possible. The promise of a new episode, a nice folly full of mythical wit, was preempted by an explosive report on sheep sleeping on the job. The postman said it was a…
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The search is over and the wait begins in the infinite distance. A corner of the world where hearts beat far apart and skin does not touch skin.Your words create the concupiscence that burns unabated in the lonely reaches of belief. Nearness is the illusion in which I place my trust.
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I jump ahead to get a handle on timebut dogs are the wiser for ignoring itI would be mistress over my waking hoursif I could learn tosniff the air to gauge one's moodroll in grass and call it goodbelieve all I see in this very momenttrack in debris from the outside worldand know it is…
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Chilled kisses and carven hearts are not enough to pull apart sisters of the waking dream. Between the telling of stories and the winding of time, space unfolds to protect their innocence. Listening and waiting for the ground to swell and the sky to fall, flesh crumbles into everything and nothing at all. That which…
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Girl talks to herselfAction dashed by snogging matchComic Con foretold Not the brightest soulPremise marred by chrome plate carsBook unfilmable
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10 essays have been submitted and graded by my peers. I’ve had a grand experience reading, writing, and getting to know a few of my classmates during this Coursera adventure. I’m still processing all of the wonderful resources that magically poured forth from my laptop these past several weeks. I know the lessons learned while…
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