Tag: writing
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The loss of muse
As I slowly become more invested in a young lady I have been dating my muse flees. Perhaps it is truer to say that my muse has shifted its production from whimsical nonsense to sentamental nonsense. There is a market for the sentamental nonsense, but I can’t bear to stoop that low. Here my…
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poems by the lakeside
The Glimpse I walked a dry lake bed on a misty day Grey clouds shifted slowly in the sky giving no hit of warmth of sun A thick mist had risen and drifted, cover and uncovering at its whim Skeleton trees reached with their boney fingers trying to grasp the veil Perhaps to wear. It…
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Bad poetry on an empty stomach and brain.
Labor oh man, shovel coal into thy furnace. Feed the fires, fan the flame. Labor oh man, break boulders into dust. Chisel away, shape thy life. Labor oh man, but do not labor in vain. What costs righteousness? What price for goodness? Your life, and soul, for all eternity. Labor oh man, forget Him not. …
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The last pirate.
The gunner was nervous. His foot tapped the safety catch on and off, sending jitters through the rest of them. Allan wanted to tell the idiot to cut it out, couldn’t he see he was winding up the rest of the squad. But that would just make it worse. It was a miracle they hadn’t…
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Can I make good dialog?
He walked up to his friend. “ Hey, how’s it going?” “ Good.” was the noncommittal reply. There was an awkward silence where they both considered where to go from here. He decided it would be best to end thing as quickly as possible. “ Well cool, see you around.” “ Yeah see you.” He…
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Cooking Prose.
Oh how I enjoy that food of prose. If only I could cook. I suppose everyone starts out as a novice, still, its sometimes discouraging. I always enjoyed beans and rice growing up and I fear my bland pallet has transferred to my writing. Still it’s hard to beat those beans and rice, left overs…
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Sickly
I find myself unwell. enfeebled of mind and body. I recall when I was a child such runny noses and coughs were a part of life coming and going so often that they were barely noticeable. Yet now in adulthood I find they are detrimental to my consistent routine. I snort and gasp and cough…
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ACBC Man essay.
Explain, using biblical categories, your understanding of the image of God in man. God is glorious, Holy beyond our comprehension, good, full of lovingkindness, mercy, truth. All powerful, all knowing, ever present, perfect. And we are made in his image. Yet even a cursory overview of humanity tells us that we lack many of these…
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The dragon part 1
There was once a man. A ruler of a kind. He was born of the land and grew with the land, yet though the land was wild the man became tame and began to cultivate the land, as was good. Others joined him and he built a village, then a town, then a city. He…
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