AmWriting
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One of the things I remember as child was learning the constellations. Stories of heroes who battled the gods and ended up in the sky. Of all the stories I was told, none stood out more to me than that of Orion. In the warm night I walked past several crowds of people. Loud people,…
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I did not lose today’s post. I did not forget about it or refuse to do it. I simply got caught up working on another project. And sometimes, that is more important. See you tomorrow!
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I take a look back at one of the scariest films of my childhood, leading me on a path to horror. I Am Phoebe Jane – Stephen King’s Children of the Corn
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Autumn stared at her computer. The usual executives walked by not once noticing her vacant gaze. As long as the work kept getting done, she could be in a coma at her desk. Little did they know in those moments, she might as well have been. She was beyond the cubicle walls, away from the…
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As a child, I found it very difficult to concentrate in class. Everything distracted me from my teacher but what held my attention most was a large red bird with blue wings. This bird had a nest in the big tree outside the window. Often I would spend my classtime daydreaming about the adventures this…
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Flames licked at the walls of the castle. Banners burned and armor melted. Thick smoke flooded the halls making it impossible to search for an exit. Word spread throughout the town of the fire. Soon all the townspeople stood outside their homes watching the devastation. It had long been rumoured that the royal family dabbled…
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It was dark by the time I left the office tonight. There was a crisp chill in the air. As I walked to my car, I saw a group of people playing kickball in the street. The players were all in their late 20s, early 30s. They wore suits, ties and dress shoes. The sound…
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I saw the man unloading boxes from his truck. There were these old wooden crates that you just do not see very often, except in the movies. His clothes appeared to be just as out dated as the crates: plaid suit with a white shirt and a bow tie that rivaled his mustache in size.…
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In Honor of Dr. King A Man With A Dream | I Am Phoebe Jane
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As a child, I loved short stories. Multiple stories in one package! In middle school, I would bring home my thick language arts text book and read through the stories.When I received the Scholastic book order form, my mom would limit me to purchasing one book at a time. I would look for a book…
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