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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Sixteen Mommy

    backed me none too gently out of hearing range before dropping my arm. Fainter, but still audible, in the background, the spanking continued. Mommy began to scold, softly but firmly. "Why do you insist on being disobedient to me? I told you, like I told Marie, you are to...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 day ago

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Eleven Susan must

    have left the circle of family. She caught up with me and the dog before I had gone too far in the dark. Catching my one arm, she squeezed it gently and showed me the folded paper plate she was carrying. There was a forkful or two of vegetables and meat, a couple of spoons of...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 4 days ago

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    Do What's Right. ... I Will Always Love You.

    I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you. How do you...
    0ppa 0ppa 36-40, M 2 Responses Oct 5, 2012

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    The Legend of Chickenfoot

    I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
    mendoguy mendoguy 56-60, M 3 Responses Jan 20, 2013

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Eighteen Even

    since New Hope - and we had come many, many miles from there, thanks to the tandem driving teams of Barbara, Cindy, and Mommy - the dog, my dog, as I thought of him now - stayed with us, maybe twenty miles or such behind us - but keeping pace with us. It might take him several...
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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Three Mommy came

    crashing through the damp grass, swinging a huge locust stick. For a minute, I thought she had abandoned her no-spanking rule and was intending to use it on me. Then, I realized she was looking from side to side as she smashed the stick about her. What - ? "Vega Christine...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 30

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Sixty - Who Said We Don't?

    It was pleasant inside St. Rosalie's. This was a newer parochial school and there was (oh, pleasant thought) air from vents cooling the entire building. I guess I had been too sullen to take notice the day before, even though it had been warm then too...I felt embarrassed over...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jan 12

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    Computer Assissted Writing (C.A.W. 2011) A Short Story for Lazy Writers

        CAW 2011 My son, Matthew, is a computer genius.  Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011.  In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer. "Hello," my computer said...
    HallieParker HallieParker 66-70, M 8 Responses Jan 9, 2012

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Prologue - House

    Without A Home The wind howled and creaked mightily through the supports of the old bridge my sisters and I huddled against, wrapped in a motley assortment of quilts, housecoats, regular coats, mittens, gloves and blankets - whatever we could find. It had only been a very few...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 27

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy-One - My.

    Oh My When I started to work on the book, I asked Anne and John how long I had to finish it. "As long as you need," Anne began, then amended, "That is - if you can finish it before Friday." "That's not what I mean! How long do I have to work on this? An hour, like I did in St...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 20

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy-Two - Kim Wilson

    And the Second Grade Second grade. I was in heaven. I thought I'd never make it. The school was a beautiful little sandstone building, with a separate kindergarten entrance. I saw the little kids lining up in front of it, with the teacher swinging the doors every morning and...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jan 21

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Twelve The raised

    car hood at the roadside,in the direction that we were going, was a sure sign of trouble. From the puzzled and frustrated look on the face of the pretty blonde woman leaning under it, I could tell she knew little or maybe nothing about car maintainance. Beside her was a little...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Two I always woke

    up early. This morning was no exception. In the crowded confines of the van, I felt overly warm and just a bit suffocated. I wormed my way around knees, elbows, and heads to the side door. The rumble as I opened it sounded loud in the early morning silence. A fresh. brisk breeze...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jan 29

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    It was a full moon, not just any full moon

    though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive. Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
    Lunarflowerrr Lunarflowerrr 22-25, F 1 Response Mar 17, 2014

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    After nearly 20 years of being out of school

    I've decided to pursue a degree and am currently in the admissions process which requires a short essay explaining why I should be admitted. I love writing but am drawing a complete blank on what to say!
    poetryafterdark poetryafterdark 36-40, F 3 Responses Mar 11, 2015

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    My Review Of Life.

    This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 4 Responses Sep 11, 2012

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    I am your greatest joy And your deepest

    sorrow Die with me each night And be born again in the morning So we can live each breath as one
    Bubblery Bubblery 22-25, F 3 Responses Jan 6, 2015

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Fifteen As we

    reached the bottom of the incline, Diane wrenched away from me and spun to look me in the eyes. Her arms were stiff and straight at her sides, her fists clenched. "What d'you want, anyway?" My bravado began to dissolve a little bit. I hadn't exactly expected Diane to react with...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 day ago

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Fourteen Relations

    didn't improve very much as we resumed our travel. It wasn't Barbara's fault. I liked Barbara. She was neat, clean, and helpful. She was the one who tactfully suggested that since both she and Cindy had driver's licenses, that they "spell" Mommy in the driving. Mommy liked the...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy-Four - That's Just

    YOUR Alibi The first day. Time passed slowly. I was a little bit spoiled, I supposed, over my abbreviated schooling. Miss Wilson spoke in a calm, cultured voice. I should have been satisfied with that. But I wasn't. it was overly warm in the room the first day, and my bad...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 24

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    I like creative writing

    because it makes your mind feel like it has felt that way or like it has experienced that emotion
    babylovestar15 babylovestar15 18-21, F Jul 5, 2014

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    When I was little, I used to check under my bed

    in case any monster was hiding there, waiting to grab my hand as it fell over the side of the bed while I slept. When I grew up a bit, I didn't need to check for monsters anywhere because I wouldn't find them. I knew they were in my head, creeping through my thoughts as the sun...
    Missinghim99 Missinghim99 16-17, F 2 Responses Sep 4, 2014

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    HB 31 Why? On one hand you maneuver ideas

    masterfully, confusing and knocking jokers and fools down who dare to cross you. Your arguments are incisive, and like a boxer, you turn lights out in a barrage of alien words and nested arguments impossible to dodge or block. You are ruthless but compassionate, hard but fair...
    DaddyBadger DaddyBadger 46-50, M 1 Response Jan 21

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    Terror on Extension 29 Seventeen - Karen

    Duke We were in the car for what seemed like forever and forever. But I wasn't scared. This man had been so nice to me now and on a prior occasion. No reason why I can't trust him... "What's your name?" I asked, turning under my seat belt to look at him. "David Collins," the...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jun 23, 2015

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Eight Mommy's eyes

    softened. She tried to be reasonable about the whole thing. "But Marie is right. We already have Sharon and two puppies besides, and they were all here first." But I was my mother's daughter, and nothing if not stubborn. "But she prefers Marie to anyone else." I impulsively...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 6 days ago

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    Haiku About Life

    Virtue is patient time flows with incontenence a world out of time
    LoneAlpha LoneAlpha 31-35, M 3 Responses Dec 6, 2012

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    Don't you hate it when you're writing a story,

    and it's going good for a few chapters, then all of the sudden your mind starts going blank, and you can't figure out how to write the rest of the story, and whatever you do write sounds lame?... Gahhhhh I hate it!!!
    PsychGirl94 PsychGirl94 18-21, F 5 Responses Nov 15, 2014

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Sixty-Seven - That's Just

    An Alibi It rained, but it also did little to break the oppressive heat of that summer. It came down hard and fast, sometimes also like a curtain in its thickness, making puddles and mud that soaked into the holes in the ground below. When the slow-moving storm finally decided...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 18

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    Queen of clusterf*cks.

    LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
    dirtydarkness dirtydarkness 31-35, F 4 Responses Jan 25, 2014

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes One The shock

    and sting of Marie's blow - she always hit hard - was followed by anger and tears. "I'm gonna TELL," I quavered, putting my hands behind me. "That's not FAIR." "Go ahead." Marie seemed unconcerned. "And I'm gonna tell Mother you should go to bed without your supper. See how...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jan 28

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy-Five - Did You Try?

    Did You Lie? Under Miss Wilson's care, I blossomed in second grade. No, my grades didn't come to the top of the class instantly, and I struggled for everything I achieved. But I made it a somewhat "point of honor" to not be lazy and daydreamy, flake off, and get "F's" anymore...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 25

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy-Six - All Over the

    World I never said a word to Anne or John about the accident, und I was pretty certain Miss Wilson didn't share details with them, either. Both of them seemed preoccupied with something to do with their frequent court appearances, so I tried to behave and be good regarding...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 4 Responses Jan 26

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Seventy - Sit And

    Cry John was thrilled - just as Anne had predicted. Normally, if I had had homework (summer or otherwise) to do, I had done the little bit I had done in my room at home. I carried this habit over to the Dennison house, sometimes accompanied by one or both dogs. This was not...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response Jan 20

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes NIne "All right,

    girls, let's get going." Mommy instructed. "Mommy - " I was still on my knees on the ground, my arms around the dog's neck. I turned a pleading face to her. " - what about my dog?" Mommy looked ready to cut a switch to use on the next little girl who asked an inappropriate...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 5 days ago

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Twenty-Two - Told My Girl.

    . From previous experience that wretched summer, I knew I had to wait after the noon bell rang (the end of a summer school day) until the kids left. I didn't look around at Mrs. Morton again while the kids, still giggling, pushed by me and left the room, then the area. When the...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Dec 19, 2015

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    I Admire

    The one who writes for necessity obligation, vocation or vanity. The one who disappears giving chance to the text to stand out. The one who is a Best seller And the anonymous as well.   I appreciate… who writes true literature and virtual ones who writes...
    deleted deleted 26-30 14 Responses Jun 21, 2009

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    The gift by Carie Ann The smell of smoke was

    filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
    TeenageWriterGirl TeenageWriterGirl 16-17, F 2 Responses Aug 16, 2014

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    Anticipation She licks her lips.

    .. Waiting in anticipation his arrival... It's hours away... but when she thinks of his ... knock on the door she flushes.... Anticipation She has hours... so she prepares.... and when she's in the shower, she imagines his... car lights at her window and smiles. Anticipation she...
    SweeetKiester SweeetKiester 41-45, F 5 Responses Nov 22, 2014

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Seventeen In the

    days that followed - we were stopped for a couple of days to refuel, rest the tires, and add water to the motor - Diane began to make a transformation. In some of my clothes, after a good bath and thorough shampoo, she both looked and behaved better. She had always been a...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 11 hrs ago

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    "A prologue to life" The new day?

    s mists fade away. My mind is clear, but in my soul a fire burns as the spirit awakes in me. It?s time to go and explore, the worlds inside and outside. Today the epic fight starts Again. The fight against myself, alongside myself. As my reflection laughs in my face I know I...
    MissLunaDomina MissLunaDomina 31-35, F 5 Responses Sep 9, 2015

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    In My Ears And In My Eyes Seven The woman

    with the bag of popcorn was still sitting on the camp chair. She wore a scowl on her face - evidently she didn't care for seven young girls invading her space - eight, if you counted Mommy. She threw handfuls of her remaining popcorn at the ducks without taking her baleful eyes...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 1 Response a week ago

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    Indiana And Pennsylvania - A Story Prequel -

    Chapter Sixty Paula and I went wedding shopping at every opportunity. We found her maid of honor dress almost immediately. It was a sweet floor-length gown with a lace-trimmed sweetheart neckline and lace-trimmed cap sleeves, in a soft peach color. She looked like a flower in...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F 4 Responses Jan 8, 2014

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    Me

    Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
    dreamboyy dreamboyy 26-30, M 14 Responses Apr 6, 2011

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    in My Ears And In My Eyes Six A few feet from

    where we had parked the RV, an elderly lady sat on a camp chair, huddled and bundled in a battered straw hat and rumpled jacket. She had a full and (I thought) rather greasy bag full of popcorn in her hands. She didn't put one kernel in her own mouth, but instead tossed them...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Feb 2

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    Big Girls Don't Cry Sixty-Nine - My Little

    Girl Before we left, Sister Rosemary reopened the book and turned to the Religion pages. She removed a wide-tipped red marker from her table drawer, and an ordinary ballpoint pen. Without further preamble, she drew a big red "X" across the printed pages,one by one, corner to...
    MaryJanine MaryJanine 61-65, F Jan 19

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