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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4Scott Cairl stood in the center of the practice cubicle, one arm crossed against his chest, a fist raised to hide his frown. He had seen this kind of damage before. He’d seen a lot of things before – and much more clearly then he did now – but these earmarks were so familiar, he needed no fine details.   
On the white walls abutting the corner of the room, a web of black cracks ricocheted outward from an oblong shadow approximately three feet up from the floor. Here was the distinctive bowed oval; there, the hunched shoulders that held it afloat; lower down, the protrusions of elbows and knees bent and tucked. Even wi Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 4
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The Eyes Have It
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3The woman who answered his knock caused his gonads to crawl up and out of sight. It wasn’t the two diamond studs that impaled her left nostril. It wasn’t the trail of silver hoops that curled around her ear lobe. It wasn’t the clenched fists perched on her hips or the tattoos that spidered across the backs of those fists like lace gloves with the fingertips cut off. It wasn’t even the knowledge that those tats had been applied to her palms as well – something that had to have hurt beyond what Jay considered the normal threshold for pain.  
 
It was knowing what those hands could learn from a single touch. &n Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 3
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Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2How he loathed these white halls.  
 
It wasn’t just the sameness, turn after turn, corner after corner. It was the lack of dimension. Years of therapy had improved his gross motor skills and he now walked with the barest of limps. But not even microsurgery and corneal implants had been able to restore his depth perception completely. With no color to define these corridors, walking the halls of Cell 2 was like groping your way through a glass of milk.   
It didn’t help that he was stoned.   
“Hey, Jay!”   
He slowed to a stop and steepled one hand against the wall. It was that or fa Fellowship Lost, Ch. 1, Prt. 2
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The Drowned, 15.2
by *LunaticStar

I laughed so loud I embarrassed myself: Hot with anticipation, like a woman in heat. If there was one thing better than a wet hooker, ...

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the mower  fills with grass  good rain yesterday   
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August sun  a mini-van parks  beside a giant maple   
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the air conditioner  shuts off  kicks back on   
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the fan hums  left  right   
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waiting, waiting  the sky bursts--  a firework   
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seagulls fight  in the empty parking lot--  Wendy's bag   
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morning walk  the seagulls  keep their distance   
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31 - Haiku
by ^fllnthblnk

Took me forever to get to this deviation, but I'm glad I did. The whole, taken together, captures the feel of a hot summer day fro...

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Journey to a Life Worth Saving   
It would’ve been very easy for me to fall into a total overprotective, controlling, possessive, domineering husband and father role, but then Erin would’ve yelled at me. I don’t think I could’ve hidden it from her, so I didn’t even try.   
But I wanted to.   
There would always be that part of me that wanted to bundle up Erin and the baby and hide them away in the middle of nowhere, like up high on a mountain in one of those one room cabins. We’d be all alone, just the three of us.   
During the day we could play with Gideon and teach him a
ItM - Simon - 78
by *twilight-apple

I actually read this a while ago, but have had no time to get back for a critique. Sorry! This was Simon at his likeable best. As I&#...

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EDITED VERSION:   
Honestly? Let the damn rain spatter you  like a lover or Farmington's Lagoon  rides: Rattle Snake Rapids, the famed Log Flume.  Utah is a desert, an arid bowl   
of ribcage, half a sun-blanched skull, our palms.  Fox News predicts another tsunami,  or something similar: a burst fish tank  of sky or a wrung, ebon beach towel.   
My co-workers gather, fearing the flu,  pneumonia, death-of-cold. I tell them to  relish this breath like ceasefire. Waterloo  is our state's new name--the bellicose flame   
of Summer soused, outflanked. The lucky f
June Showers: Bref Double
by ^fllnthblnk

I'm not sure I will ever be a fan of this format. I like my poetry to carry me along in a pleasing rythmn or to spank me hard with...

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Ready or not...just became NOT!

Journal Entry: Sun Nov 22, 2009, 4:21 PM
...who wants hard cover and who wants paperback?

Postscript:
You can take your time deciding, because I've just discovered that despite all my careful editing jon.com is still 40 pages too long for the publishers softward program. :sigh: So I have to finish formating the pages to accommodate their program -- and then start looking for scenes to ax. If you remember the story and recall scenes you hated, let me know. They could become candidates (assuming I haven't sliced and diced then out already). Patience, gang. I'm in the home stretch.

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  • Mood: Relief
  • Listening to: The quiet
  • Reading: Even Money by Dick Francis
  • Watching: The fog roll in off the lake
  • Playing: With the publishing software
  • Eating: Waffles
  • Drinking: OJ
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Starting this creative process far later than I should have, but better late than dead. For as my daughter threatened: "If you die before you finish that novel, you will go straight to hell." Whew. Missed it by thaaaaaat much.

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  • Current Residence: Overlooking Lake Erie in Michigan
  • Interests: Reading, Writing, Playing with my Grandson
  • Favourite movie: Schindler's List, Cinderella Man, LOTR, Parenthood
  • Favourite band or musician: Meatloaf, The Beatles
  • Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock, Opera, Very Early Oldies
  • Favourite artist: Monet
  • Favourite poet or writer: Bernard Cornwell, Shakespeare
  • Favourite photographer: Smurfette in Red - check out her awesome pix
  • Operating System: Toshiba PC laptop
  • MP3 player of choice: SanDisk
  • Shell of choice: Station on the corner of Central & Talmadge
  • Wallpaper of choice: Black w/big pink roses from mom's livingroom
  • Skin of choice: The skin of any attractive willing male over 45
  • Favourite game: Farm Town (yeah, I'm a geek)
  • Favourite cartoon character: Dilbert
  • Personal Quote: Life sucks and then you die. Then they bury you in a box in the backyard.
  • Tools of the Trade: My head and a keyboard

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=Scarlettletters 3 days 3 hours ago
Thanks for the views and faves. Enjoy your weekend!

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*denlm 3 days 3 hours ago
I shall. Thanks. You too!
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*Penfury 5 days 2 hours ago
thanks for the fav. :glomp:

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*denlm 4 days 14 hours ago
You're welcome. It was my pleasure -- definitely!
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=LeonieSainteVire 6 days 1 hour ago
Thank you so much for being my biggest inspiration to write!!

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"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me."- Howard Roark
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*denlm 5 days 15 hours ago
Yay! I like that job. I am finally catching up on my deviation IN box and enjoying myself immensly thanks to Sisters in Ink like you.
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*za-zen 6 days 3 hours ago
thank you for the fav on [link] =] =]

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*denlm 5 days 15 hours ago
My pleasure. I am finally catching up on the deviations from my Sister in Ink -- and having a ball with all the luscious reading!
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=peterdawes Nov 16, 2009, 8:48:42 AM
:poke: psst... mistress plotwist...

how fares the fair denise? :D

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*denlm Nov 16, 2009, 9:30:27 AM
She fares from fair to middling. Some parts of life are growing calmer; others are churning like foam at the base of Niagra Falls! Not enough time to write, but trying. Waiting for final edits from my BE (mentor/patron) in the land of Oz (Australia) so I can get jon.com into print. Also trying to get back into Fellowship Lost. Right now, it's 12:28 and I could use a bite. Interested? :blush: How fares my favorite neck nibbler and his author?
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