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1. 15 Dec 2013 08:51 | ||
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Instead of a winner humbly accepting the torch, here's a loser (one contestant, no winner, you can't lose any more decisively than that!) struggling to get charred logs and soaking-wet kindling reignited. The only changes: |
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2. 15 Dec 2013 08:54 | ||
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And if more than two years pass by without seven fresh stories by seven different authors, we'll know ThinkWrite can be laid to rest. |
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3. 16 Dec 2013 03:30 | ||
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'Well, chel .. ' said marg, with a faint smile.. 'I think you're barking mad, of course, but I may just take you up on this challenge... |
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4. 16 Dec 2013 08:22 | ||
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Hooray! |
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5. 18 Dec 2013 02:20 | ||
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Correction.. |
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6. 19 Dec 2013 03:12 | ||
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7. 19 Dec 2013 03:42 | ||
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8. 19 Dec 2013 17:14 | ||
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sorry about the typo...... |
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9. 19 Dec 2013 17:15 | ||
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"Geez, you stupid dog, stop barking. You'll wake up the whole woods!" Said the grumpy old man to his faithful pooch, Bear on one of their evening walks. The canine was talking to the ducks floating in the pond water. The man sadly looked up at the absence of sunshine in the winter Alaskan sky. He missed the warmth it brought, and the light. He wanted it back! Suddenly, he had an idea. Bear, sensing his owner's excitement pulled on his owner's leash and ran towards home. "Ugh, Bear, you'll make me faint with all this running!" said the man, panting as if tainted with a grave illness. They ran home together. |
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10. 19 Dec 2013 23:44 | ||
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As barking reverberates through a kennel at feeding time, so the words of the awakening ThinkWriters bounce madly off the Forum walls, muses the evil turtle as he descends back through the water, leaving the sunshine behind, settling down into his grave-like depression in the mud, but not before stubbing a gnarled toe as usual on the hunk of rotten wood half-floating listlessly by his lair. In his mind's ear he can almost hear already a roaring cheer resounding for a winner, perhaps a mere child whose mysterious oceanic prose offers hints of awesome literary powers to come. Is it your imagination or did you just glimpse through this murk a crudeapproximation of a smile softening those dark cast-iron jaws? No, impossible; it would be too out of character, you decide, dismissing that faint whim as you return to your keyboard to add to the growing cacophony. It's not that you find composing these absurd little stories all that compelling, these days, what with so much else, all so much more important, demanding your attention, but you could no longer stand the pain of witnessing the ThinkWrite organism, once so raucously alive, falling quietly into an ever-deepening coma, and knowing that one fine morning you'll be making your rounds, glancing in at its inert shriveled remnants hidden away down in the Forum labyrinth, and realize rigor mortis is setting in. At first the erratic flight of your fingertips is an involuntary reflex, as a paroxysm of guilt and remorse churns in wave after wave through frayed nerves. You don't even notice that now they're dancing with creative joy, playing the keyboard like a steam calliope, warmed up, no longer out of practice, because all you're aware of is your aimless verbiage coalescing into a clever idea. The submerged reptile, meanwhile, dreams of duckings and waits. |
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11. 20 Dec 2013 02:07 | ||
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er, heh.. [politely].. |
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12. 20 Dec 2013 05:55 | ||
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Ducklings. Thanks for noticing. |
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13. 22 Dec 2013 13:33 | ||
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The idea never really went away. The certainty that it would, one day, take her to her grave, was what gave her the strength to keep going. Mostly, it simmered away comfortingly like a pot of soup on the stove. Just once or twice it had been so faint as to almost be forgotten, and sometimes, as in the last few days, it boiled insistently, demanding to be put into practice. |
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14. 22 Dec 2013 18:19 | ||
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Ride |
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15. 4 Jan 2014 00:37 | ||
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Holding off on comments for now, except to say we're getting there! |
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16. 4 Jan 2014 00:39 | ||
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oops... wrong identity... oh well... |
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17. 4 Jan 2014 13:13 | ||
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Baldur hears beans spilling |
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18. 6 Jan 2014 21:55 | ||
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368 words. Damn! Oh, and no title. And no clear direction...I'll shut up now... |
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19. 14 Jan 2014 14:00 | ||
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Blush... yes... beans spilling... and not for the first time, either. Guess I need to remember to sign out when I leave my computer... |
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20. 14 Jan 2014 19:18 | ||
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Some very intriguing mysteries seem to be converging here... Mum23's Case of the Stolen Identity (and the related mystery: How does one inconspicuously unspill beans?) ... morshy's Echoes of Ruby Ridge (sometimes vivid and certain, sometimes faint and vague, depending on my mood when re-reading), and five's... hmmm... which I will have to re-read six or eight more times before I can even say what it might be (an effort that's usually rewarded when five is involved)... |