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I came across this quite by accident. It is a weekly meme hosted at Unconscious Mutterings. This is the gist of it according to Luna Niña: "Free association is described as a "psychoanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content." Over time, this technique is supposed

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I love to walk along meandering paths, preferably by water. After living in this area for nearly five years I am still finding places and trails I didn't know existes. This is one of them...well at least parts of it. As one walks along the river, and the creek that runs parallel, several bridges are provided for crossing either. These are just two of them.If you are interested in learning more

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If you are interested, Odd Shots is hosted here. For me, odd shots do not always derive from the subject matter, but the perspective. Literally. This is a bridge I cross on my regular walks by the river. Of course the wooden part is where I walk - physcially. However I couldn't help but wonder...what if? What if gravity were an option, not a requirement. Hence a turn of the head (and camera) to

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Yep. This is me about 40 years ago. And yes, I didn't smile much. Not then. I had a speech impediment - a bad one. My father was a police officer (not soon after this pic he became a firefighter). Didn't make me popular; not in the sixties. Not in a poor neighborhood like the one I grew up in, surrounded by public housing and an ever increasing amount of racial tension. I hated him for that.

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Dreams Are My Life dreams are my lifenightly freedomsof thought and actionborn of unconscious desiresthat have been shoved deep into the abyssof rationality and logicthrough these dreamsI’ve lived many livesand yet I remaina stranger to my ownliving each daybarely consciousof my desiresshoving them deepbeneath the logicdeep below the truthdreams are my lifethey set me freeand keep me sane

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Cyber Lies minute pulsations flicker across the screen like fingertips upon my skin why does my heart refuse to believe that none of this is real that you and I are nothing but words upon a page modern representations of age old desires technology is a rogue holding our lives and our love in its hand tempting us with possibilities beguiling us at our weakest moments forcing us to chase ghosts

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Actually this week has been great. I finally wrote the first chapter to my project called Journals of the Realm: Shards of Hope. Somehow I started in the middle. Didn't plan it that way, but then again, I don't think there really is a right or wrong way of starting a book. I really believe, for me at least, that a novel is rarely written in a linear manner. If you are a writer who can achieve

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shards two © 2008 J.C. Montgomery As some of you may know, I have been doing a little writing. I have been dabbling with Flash Fiction and Poetry for a while, but now I'm venturing into novel or novella territory. The story will center around a group of Wraiths -- two races of Wraiths to be exact. I have posted other chapters, but as they are basically the middle I have removed them and will

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The Perfect Combination I am liquid soft and malleable fully encompassing every part of you even that which is hidden you are stone solid and strong resilient against my assault your words and your passion entice my own each flowing like a river amongst the bed of rocks you lay before me allowing my current to play among those places deep beneath the surface in pools of lust we will bask in

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This week's PhotoHunt theme is water. This is a picture I took while walking along a trail near my home. It wasn't until later I realized that my focus was a wee bit off. Ahem. But I think even through the blur you can see how beautiful the Truckee River is in summer.

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"It's called a book." "A what?" "A book silly. See? This is the binding, and when you open it," Shaltara says gleefully "you find these rectangular sheets made of cellulose. They're called pages." Shaltara closes the cover and carefully traces her finger along the spine, hesitating occasionally when they come across the raised letters that once were gilded and legible. "What does it do?"

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A Drink of Bitter Truth why does everything we want cost everything we have because nothing is for free especially our freedom why do we have ears if no one really listens for no matter what we say nothing is ever heard why do we have eyes if no one wants to see the truth of what it takes to live a happy life why do we have hearts if the only thing we feel is the pain of understanding that

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Prompted by a 72 hour Short Story Contest over at RedBubble in honor of the Queen's birthday. (Hence the theme: Queen) I am also going to consider this inspired by one of the three prompts this week over at Writer's Island as I feel that sibling rivalry sometimes stems from the sense of being "Overshadowed". Sibling rivalry by *Mon-artifice on deviantART ©2008 *Mon-artifice Queen of the GameThe

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Okay, I didn't take the photo, but if you really want to see "Bad Hair", I can't think of anything more appropriate than "helmet hair". It was worth it though. Our team took second place to one that was half our age and should have been playing in a higher bracket. Yes, never underestimate age and wisdom against youthful exhuberance!

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Inspired by this weeks Two Word Challenge: Sweet and Misery Miseria Dolcesweet misery is the pain of loving someone who will never return the intensity of my heart who will always come when I want them but never stay long enough for me to need them sweet misery is the pain I bear knowing you cannot feel what I feel that you will never give me what I want or stay long enough for me to ever need

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Who knew the aftermath of an argument could be one’s muse. Speak No Evil by *yuca-chan on deviantART ©2008 *yuca-chan sometimes I wish I could lose the ability to speak then I could never say the wrong thing and hurt you because it hurts me it hurts to use words I’m afraid of them never knowing which side of the sword will strike double-edged and sharp it cuts both ways and to the bone deeply

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Prompted by a challenge at Two for Tuesdays. Heather saw this line over at Kary’s Blog, and couldn't get it out of her head. She would like to know what those of us in the blogging world can do with using the following as a starting line: All I remember is how I forgot…. If you would like to participate, leave your links at Two for Tuesdays by clicking here Deadline is June 1. Heather will then

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The Second Challenge for May is using the topic "Missing" and must use a Redbubble artwork as the focal point. As always, the piece must be 150 words or less. Photo by Beast. Uploaded to RedBubble. Clarity LostThe chaos of the moment overwhelms me, as my eyes take in the stark contrast of light and shadow. Where has the color gone? The hues and tones of my existence, faded to shades of gray.

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Inspired by Sunday Scribblings #112 and a prompt from WritersDigest.com After years of unhappiness, you've finally had enough and have decided to quit but we're not talking about your job. Write a letter of resignation to someone other than your employer, your school, your family, your favorite sports team, whatever.To Whom It May Concern: I hereby give notice of my intention to leave my

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Inspired by this week's Friday Five found at Poefusion the debris of me there are signs of me everywhere lying amongst the debris of life rubber soles stare up from the rubbish they once allowed me to tread carefully atop the decisions I made but they remained slippery and unnavigable so the shoes and my stability ended up tossed away and forgotten that discarded soapbox is the one I used to

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