Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Lynn looked high and low for her identity. She remembered having it when she talked to the nice man at the bank. Lynn stayed up late the night before polishing the persona she knew would snag her a loan. The money would set her up with a truck and tools so she could pull other…
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It was Ted's dream to buy an island. It didn't have to be big, and he didn't need a public market on the corner to survive, but potable water and a few trees were essential. Ted was an avid angler, so the thought of fish on the menu most days didn't faze him in the…
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To slip into a shelter, free from radio frequency and human inconsistency, is what I wish when the thoughts start coming up fast. Scrambling to get first impressions down on paper, so they can graduate to tiny ideas, which will, in time, multiply and reveal the truth. It is tough to say what needs to…
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After Johnny's wall went up, he needed a place to bury his secrets. The once sprawling, very public garden was now impenetrable after many hours of prison-building. But Johnny felt the isolation was well worth it. His mind was put to ease knowing no more tender sprouts would be plucked, pulled apart, and added to…
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Sarah saw herself as dweller of the swift water and green glen. She studied mood and atmosphere from the moss covered trees. They filtered light; letting it drape, silky and shimmering, across rock and buttercup. She yearned to learn the trees' secret for spinning gold. Sarah needed many threads to elevate her status. The sky,…
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Zoë knew there was no place like home. Its foundation was built with love, and each story was dedicated to the protection and safety of this generation, and the next. Tucked back in the foothills of a forgotten forest, security cameras keeping an eye on the wildlife, there was no threat that could get past…
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I don't like the saying, "Safe as houses." Houses hide secrets in crawlspaces. They creak, and moan, and demand a ransom before they'll leave me alone. They shift on their foundations, too. Pieces big and small blow off in windstorms, or blow up when I plug in the back up freezer in the garage. Houses…
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It can take a lifetime to find the place called home. We set our bodies down in one locale or the other, but that is no guarantee the heart and mind have hitched a ride. It is very possible that the pair set out to find their own favorite spot, and the soul hightailed it…
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No amount of seduction was going to brick up the neglected areas that Amanda abandoned for a moment of renown. She wanted the fanfare, but left all the work to her contemplative relations. Amanda was a handful, yet light as luck. Her life was one open ended engagement to the next, looking filled in and…
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It was heart wrenching to watch Clarence walk off the job, leaving a shell of exposed wires and unfinished corners. He laid the first stone, and poured the foundation, but his passion was trampled once he rolled out his plan. His structure would harbor no corners. It would not contain secret spaces where only shadows…
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