Tag: writing
member name: Ylanne Sorrows
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July 19, 2009 09:56 PM EDT --
Desert Wanderings
Ylanne Sorrows
12 May 1965
It was her fifteenth birthday and she was alone. Aunt Solara had offered to cook something special for the occasion, but Tahira . . .
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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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March 18, 2008 07:14 PM EDT --
When I signed up for Gather, I knew I was joining an encouraging and supportive community of fellow writers, artists, and awesome people. When I signed up for Gather, I knew I wanted to contribute . . .
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April 12, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
Note to those who clicked on the tile expecting exercises for you to do: You can do these exercises too! These are the writing excerpts I did with them. Exercise One, take your character through their . . .
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March 18, 2008 09:06 PM EDT --
I recently attended a writing workshop. One of the exercises we did was to write a list story, which is an entire story written in a list (i.e. a grocery list, a to do list, a list of instructions, etc.) . . .
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March 19, 2008 08:51 PM EDT --
Natalie Schultz paced back and forth outside the crime laboratory in the chilling hall. Technicians rushed by in both directions, hurrying to get someplace. The occasional agent would waltz in, disappear . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:46 PM EDT --
Ethereal
Gleaming silvery
Fine dust scattered
Upon leafy treetops
Undulating rays of sheen
Washing over earth
Lost but
Finding their way
Back to a solitary window
Where even . . .
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April 19, 2008 10:17 PM EDT --
Here is the page with my articles all nice and sorted out for you to look through. I know you'll find at least two things to interest you that you'll comment on. (wink wink nudge nudge) This is the art . . .
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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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January 01, 2008 03:59 PM EST --
May the sun always shine on you
Even when the sky isn't blue
May your life shine bright in the night sky
May you always wonder how and why
May your pen always be moving
May your . . .
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October 05, 2009 10:41 PM EDT --
UNHOLY RUMINATIONS
Ylanne Sorrows
26 September 2009, 28 September 2009
Lights up on a solitary figure, GOD, standing in an empty void spangled with distant stars with . . .
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March 13, 2008 06:54 PM EDT --
Scotch tape, dry and cracked
Brouhaha rhythm beaten on her back
Made to watch the world
Spun out and unfurled
Gasping where they lay
Didn't know they could never . . .
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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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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 23, 2007 08:11 PM EDT --
Meredith L. Anandini once told me that in order to write well, I need to write from the heart. In order to write successfully, I need to write from the need for money or fame. And to write something people . . .
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December 31, 2007 10:49 AM EST --
What's inside, behind that closed door? Do you really want to know? You reach for the door, but yank your hand back as if the door was on fire. You squeese your eyes shut, imagining what could be . . .
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March 16, 2008 05:52 PM EDT --
Hues of silver and grey
Scracted by khaki shades
Dusty beiges
Tints of ebony
Pockmarked by craters
As though made
From the hand of
A schizofrenic sculptor
Stretching towards heaven . . .
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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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March 13, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
I.
Fog blows away across the empty sea
Lonely, from a distance, striking at me
Dark clouds high in the tattered, shattered sky
As fragile and dainty as windblown glass
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