Early morning air
Lifted lacy curtains
Filled by the aroma of the sea.
She stood silent
At the glass door
Looking at the sun rise,
Not wanting to turn and face
The lover who lay
In the motel bed behind her.
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Archive for September, 2009
Lacy
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Poems, Writing prompt on September 30, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Self-promote
Posted in My Other Stuff, Writers Resources, Writing prompt, books on September 29, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I don’t normally promote my work in other venues on First 50 Words. However, an article I published elsewhere today is relevant to the readers here. The article is Self-Promote Your Book Using the Internet at BlogHer. I hope you’ll take a look.
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Red or Green
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Food, Writing prompt on September 28, 2009 | 8 Comments »
“Red or green?” the waiter asked.
“Green,” I answered.
My companion commented, “I always like the red chile better. Gives it a better flavor.”
“I like the flavor of green chile better,” I said, unswayed by her attempts to convert me to red.
You can’t equivocate about chile. You can’t ask the waiter which is milder or hotter today. [...]
Kissing
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Opinion, Writing prompt, memories, movies on September 25, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I bought some stamps the other day with Gary Cooper on them. They sit on my desk where Gary gives me a penetrating stare. When I was a kid going to the movies, Gary Cooper was a big star. Kissing in the movies back then was so different it was almost sanitary. No worries about [...]
I Dreamed
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Writing prompt on September 24, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I dreamed a documentary film called “A Day without Gay.” It showed earth unfolding at dawn. As day moved across the sky, pieces of the world began to go missing. Disappeared. Snatched away from the scene were works of art, poetry, literature. Films, plays, and music erased. Buildings, sculptures—vanished. Causes, activities, good works—stopped. Children suddenly [...]
Switch enrollment
Posted in Writing prompt, fiction on September 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Retirement was supposed to be relaxing. Living on a fixed income turned out to be one of the most stressful things in Dave’s long life. He stared at the switch enrollment form from his insurance company. No matter which way he read it, his premium was going up.
Since his wife’s death, he’d toyed with the [...]
Two
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, tagged climate change, The Age of Stupid on September 22, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I went to a local theater last night to see the live premier of this film: The Age of Stupid. The live discussion afterwards was more compelling than even the powerfully compelling film. In the film, it was mentioned that two degrees more of global warming is all we can allow. Beyond that, there will [...]
Fours
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt, fiction, tagged enneagram on September 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
There aren’t many 4s in my life. I could say thank goodness— although I love my 4s, they drive me crazy at the same time. One of my favorite 4s is getting married soon. After years of nitpicky rejections of men who weren’t right, she finally found the right guy. From my perspective, he’s the [...]
The UV System
Posted in Writing prompt, fiction on September 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Von packed the goggles at the last minute. The UV system had been wonky lately. Later he wondered about that last minute decision and its implications.
Few of those outside with him wore goggles. They fell in agony around him. . . .
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Orange Juice
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Food, Writing prompt, fiction on September 17, 2009 | 4 Comments »
A woman sat next to me in the airport. The tote bag spread open at her feet contained several boxes of orange juice and packages of cheese and crackers. I knew from traveling with my father what that probably meant. She pulled out a book and started to read. After a few minutes she dropped [...]


