Tag: beth h
member name: Beth H.
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December 18, 2009 05:25 PM EST --
Sarah inhaled the fragrances of cinnamon and sugar and the chocolate chips melting into gooey deliciousness in the oven. Homey smells. Christmas smells.
She wanted to sit, relax, to inhale . . .
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June 03, 2007 04:04 PM EDT --
I said I wasn't going to write one of these articles, the kind that asks a question. But I want to know.
What fiction do you read? Do you read by genre? By author? . . .
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July 14, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
I always wanted a book-lined study or library where I could write and read and dream. I've finally got one. And a couple dozen Writin' Wombats have moved in with me.
Welcome . . .
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February 22, 2008 05:07 PM EST --
Was thinking the other day of the millions, the billions, of people who've died. Who've faced death in pain or with expectation of an afterlife or with fear that there's no . . .
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April 07, 2008 01:14 AM EDT --
If I had a hammer...
I'd break a lot of glass and china and walls and maybe some heads.
I'd break into banks and outta jail. . . .
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May 25, 2007 11:01 PM EDT --
Words. I love everything about them. I love how they look on the page, how they sound to the ear, how they create worlds.
Letter combinations fascinate me. Ck has its own identity . . .
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July 18, 2007 04:59 PM EDT --
There be a writing contest afoot.
Read the ever-changing rules by the Writin' Wombats First Quasi-Semi-Annual First Paragraph Competition Administrator. He also goes by WWFQ-S-AAFPCA. PCA . . .
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July 21, 2007 12:59 AM EDT --
Version 2
Trouble pursued me with a vengeance—with clear intent and cool precision. I peered around the corner. TweedleDee and TweedleDum pursued me, too. Only, their weapons . . .
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August 05, 2007 03:52 PM EDT --
To start with, if you're new to the Gather family, Welcome! Many of us look forward to reading your submissions and encouraging you in your writing career.
Gather is a big place. . . .
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September 21, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Many times I've read a comment such as, "I don't really care about punctuation, I just know if I like a story." Or, "I let others worry about punctuation; it doesn't . . .
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October 22, 2007 05:08 PM EDT --
Stepping into nature with this week's WriteImage prompt
Write anything inspired by
this image and then share it
with . . .
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February 19, 2008 05:10 PM EST --
Today is my Gather first anniversary. I can't believe it's been a year.
One year ago today I was trying to figure out navigation in the wacky world of Gather. I didn't know . . .
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February 25, 2008 08:03 PM EST --
The warehouse reeked of urine and rat feces. I pressed a sleeve to my nose.
Drugs. My lily-white linen company trafficked drugs. I didn't know who was involved, . . .
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March 24, 2008 09:37 PM EDT --
I ought to tell you that I love you. But if I do, you'll have to hem & haw and either lie with an I love you of your own or you'll be honest and I'll get mad and we'll . . .
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June 04, 2007 04:09 PM EDT --
Do I dream?
I do.
I dream of knights impassioned, chargers racing beneath them.
Of knights—men of strength, of conviction, of honor.
I dream . . .
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June 13, 2007 10:52 PM EDT --
Like the dawn of creation
is the land after a rain
Washed clean and clear and new
Mist rises to hide, to reveal
the beauty I’d forgotten
The heat, the heaviness, . . .
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June 28, 2007 07:03 PM EDT --
Can anyone tell me why this photo has a blue cast?
I took these two shots back-to-back
and made no changes to any settings (not on purpose, anyway).
Used a . . .
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July 13, 2007 11:37 PM EDT --
At this moment, I yearn to be close. Closer than a touch. I want to be inside you.
You can be in me, part of me. You can touch me inside and leave a measure of yourself. . . .
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August 11, 2007 06:54 PM EDT --
Jennifer flexed her fingers, trying to relieve a growing tension.
She squeaked and spun on her toes when a warm weight landed on her shoulder.
"Geez, babe. It’s just me."
"Dammit, . . .
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August 23, 2007 03:37 PM EDT --
Dark was the night, the cave even more so.
Thomas glanced at Marcus before peering inside again. "Stygian, wouldn’t you say?"
"I’d never say stygian, man. I’d . . .
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