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Read in succession, these posts make me seem like a real sad sack. I'm not. "I just like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things."- ToM WAitS

One Word/One Minute: Laughter

The sound of the laughter echoed though the hallways. The house's architecture was entombed in her mind. The dark green damask wallpaper extending, yearning forward for what seemed like ever, & the oil lamps giving off their orange light. It was the only place she’d ever been happy and she knew that, and lamented it, especially here; at the end of her life. ________________ OneWord.com

One Word/One Minute: solitaire

When she opened the door, a musty smell wafted over her. Stacks of yellowing newspapers were everywhere. Nobody had been inside for years, a hoarders paradise. In the corner a man lay slumped over a card table. The game solitaire spread out before him.
“How fitting.” Julie thought before tripping over a box of glass figurines.

One Word/One Minute: Hearts

She picked up the cards that the dealer gave her. A swath of red spread out on her hand. All hearts. If she was her grandmother she would have taken it as a sign, but she was only herself, and a gambler, so she put down a card and motioned for the dealer to hit her again.

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One Word/One Minute: Left

The only sound that Mike could hear was his own heart beating in his chest. The thudding of his feet on the pavement, only a few feet away, was not close enough to be in the singular world of his head. How many miles left? When did I start running? There were perks to having retrograde amnesia as a marathon runner.



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Rock & Roll Cookbook #2

Take a trip over to the 111LexWine Blog and check The Rock & Roll Cookbook! This week we've got Rush and Honey Glazed Salmon.

One Word: Positively

When Mary looked down at the old barca lounger she tried to be optimistic. Perhaps it was just a transitional device, this piece of furniture. A transitional object like her pacifier or blanket had been. Yet she worried. Its slightly stained upholstery seemed to glare at her. The issue at hand, echoed the voice in her head, was not that it was a transitional object, but that this morning he had even called her by his long dead sister’s name again. Lately her father had been forgetting that there had even been a transition. 


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One Word: Relate

It took her a long time to get to a point where she could relate to the other animals in the woods. To be honest her father hadn’t been very encouraging. “They’re just different from us, too many legs or not enough! What would you even have to say to them?” Jerry changed that. ________ www.oneword.com

One Word/One Minute : Still

Her hair hung around her shoulders, dripping wet. The tub drained its water down in a tornado. She stood still by the door waiting to hear the noise. The drain sucked the last of the water sloppily down the pipes. The scratching echoed from the window again.

The Rock and Roll Cookbook: The Manifesto

I'm a featured blogger over at the 111lexliquors blog. Check out my first post in what's going to be a weekly column.

The Notes from the Rock & Roll Cookbook: The Manifesto

One Word : Obsession

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you have 60 seconds to write about a word that is chosen by the website above

One Word Project: obsession

The doctor called it obsession but he never agreed.
“I’m just a passionate person. Like Da Vinci, or Michael Jordan.”
Granted sometimes his passion made him do unusual things, like what happened to the cat.

One Word Project: epiphany

you have sixty seconds to write about it
click ‘go’ and the page will load with the cursor in place.

simple. you’ll see one word at the top of the following screen.

don’t think. just write.
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TODAY'S WORD: epiphany 

The idea came to her suddenly.
“If I re-route the pipeline back into the coolant sector, we can reduce the heat of the barium crystals and save the ship!”
The android whirred with the calculations,
“Where do ideas come from in humans? Organic spontaneity is hard to compute.”