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member name: Ylanne Sorrows
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October 25, 2007 08:46 PM EDT --
1.) I like to. Duh. Why would I write if I didn't enjoy it? It would defeat the purpose.
2.) To expose my soul to an otherwise apathetic world. If you talk about your opinions, nobody . . .
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October 04, 2007 09:35 PM EDT --
The Treali Storm Letters were a series of 15 or 16 letters written by Treali Storm in her own handwriting using an old fashioned fountain pen. Her handwriting resembles that of Thomas Jefferson, though . . .
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December 28, 2007 10:06 AM EST --
Imagine and hold what cannot be yours
Speak to yourself when you are alone
Look into the mirror and tellyourself
What do you see when no one else isthere
To impress, to shame, to . . .
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October 08, 2007 05:52 PM EDT --
Answer the question in the title.
Ylanne Sorrows: Spaghetti; tomato homemade
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October 08, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
Description: Red, purple, orange hair; unusually tall; says 'like' way too much; wears red, including lipstick; six inch long nails; forgets what she is saying or doing often (while . . .
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October 08, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem way back in 2005 but it reflects the spirit of us nonconformists.
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Who are you?
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December 28, 2007 11:37 AM EST --
Nearly twenty-five years ago, Casie Schwartz was a ten year old fifth grader enrolled in Washington D.C.'s public school system. Casie had been popular and well-liked, one of the few popular girls . . .
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December 28, 2007 07:24 PM EST --
Dimitri Youngblood stared in shock at his victim-to-be. Kenneth Wilkinson seemed greatly at ease, and even amused at the killer's bewilderment.
"You've come to kill me, haven't you?" . . .
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October 11, 2007 07:15 PM EDT --
Hosted by the Crime Writers Writing Hole:
What: A short piece of fiction, limit 25,000 words, in the crime/mystery/thriller genre. ( In response to a comment seen below, the suggested minimum word . . .
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December 28, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
Jonas Ephraim had been a famous writer, publishing over fifty bestselling novels in various genres, some under pseudonyms, and over ten nonfiction works that were hailed as some of the greatest and most . . .
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December 28, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was in the briefing room with Casie Schwartz, who awaited the entrance of the Director with bated breath.
"Yikes," Casie said aloud. "The Director. I can't believe . . .
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December 16, 2007 11:08 AM EST --
This is the first chapter of some 35 thousand or so words of my rough/first draft of my second novel.
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President Carl Maynard of the United States was about to die;only he . . .
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December 29, 2007 12:13 PM EST --
Natalie Schultz was already on the phone, to 911.
"Help! We're at the Wilkinson house-it just exploded. There was a mixture of methane gas and oxygen that detonated resulting in a large fireball . . .
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December 30, 2007 01:03 PM EST --
Patricia MacLeod had been a white woman of average height-about 5'4". She had had fiery red hair, a vibrant colour that emphasized the pale blue of her eyes. She had led a rather unassuming . . .
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January 03, 2008 09:25 PM EST --
Casie Schwartz walked down the hall to the interrogation room. Her heart was beating fast, and she willed it to stop. She shut her eyes for a moment, shutting out the harsh fluorescent light. . . .
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October 09, 2007 06:47 PM EDT --
Good versus evil. Surely, everyone has heard that phrase now; it is so common as to have become nearly cliché. Nevertheless, as a people, we have always been fascinated with the concept of good and . . .
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October 22, 2007 09:23 PM EDT --
Permission is granted to educators to reproduce this text for classroom use only. Copyright 2007 by Ylanne Sorrows. All rights reserved.
Those of you interested in a fast writing prompt, . . .
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October 08, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
I wrote this this February. I think you'll enjoy it.
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I was there when he died and when she died and when freedom died. I was there when liberty arrived-at long last-and I was there when . . .
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October 09, 2007 05:27 PM EDT --
So after all the readers were gone, Alisa Nelson stomped over to me in a furious rage. Her white face was turning tomato-red and her eyes were flaming. Her red hair was smoldering and her face seemed to . . .
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October 08, 2007 11:04 AM EDT --
Mr. Henderson. Ah, that name provokes disturbing and ear-splitting memories. Well-known for swearing at little kids and kicking old ladies, Mr. Henderson is himself a senior citizen living on the outskirts . . .
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