Tag Archive: words

FRIDAY #FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #33-Favorite Food

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Pondering with Food Under a canopy of oak, chinaberry, pine and spruce that surround my house, I ponder people’s lack of logic as I eat my favorite food, organic Halawy dates.  Why do people… Continue reading

Word Rant

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All right.  It’s time for a rant! I’m tired of perfectly good words being hijacked to mean something bad. Discriminate:  When you are able to discriminate between good and bad, you choose the… Continue reading

A bit of feel-good in a tear-down world

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Forget the labels, ignore the failures who tear down your work hoping you will fail, too.  This can be said for any artistic endeavor. When the square pegs that try to stuff you… Continue reading

#WQWWC – #Writer ’s Quote Wednesday #Writing Challenge – “Rebirth”

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Write-birth I took a test.  Seems like a simple concept, but this test was part of a college course for people majoring in Vocational Rehabilitation.  It was meant to help us learn how… Continue reading

Conversing with mud

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For readers who haven’t experienced one of my conversations with the great whatever, you may not know how they are written.   I create a word document,  turn out all the lights, take off my high-powered dark… Continue reading

#WQWWC #Writers Quote Wednesday #Writing Challenge – “Change”

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  <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> Seven 27, 2341!   What a day glorious!  My birthday 20, visit I ancestor. Into dream stream travel I;  time, space, trivias of life matter longer no. Machines?  No!  The Shaman uncle my head… Continue reading

FRIDAY #FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #25-A guest appearance.

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This is twice as long as I wanted it to be.  I actually wrote it on Friday, but didn’t get around to the edits until now. It seems I was destined to write… Continue reading

FRIDAY #FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #24-A Concert.

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How could an act as simple as washing grease off my hands become the herald of another exciting phase in my life?  “You finished adjusting the timing?” my son asked, setting up his… Continue reading

#amwriting again, thanks to other #writers

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WRITER’S BLOCK:  It’s like when someone sticks giant lemons on the palms of your hands with superglue and you, like, can’t write and stuff.   Thanks to  the kind hearts who helped me… Continue reading

Writer’s epitaph

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When I die no one will see the books unborn inside of me. The infant pages needing flow, in drafted form will never grow, and books awaiting editing, in boxes languish eyes unseen. If nothing… Continue reading