Comments for First 50 Words http://first50.wordpress.com Write the first 50 words of YOUR story in a comment. Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:24:49 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 Comment on I wish by bretropayboah http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/i-wish-2/#comment-16631 bretropayboah Tue, 24 Nov 2009 22:24:49 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1517#comment-16631 Wow, I did not know about that till now. Cheers. Wow, I did not know about that till now. Cheers.

]]> Comment on Yellow rose by Granny Sue http://first50.wordpress.com/2008/09/10/yellow-rose/#comment-16630 Granny Sue Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:31:06 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=767#comment-16630 Yellow rose some called her milky coffee skin obsidian eyes she could sing, Lord and dance a slave, some said They left her, you know when they went west avoiding a charge of murder so Delsie went mad and burned the inn yet still her spirit lived flashing from the earth in blue and yellow flame until at last the place was named for her Burnt House we call it, and remember her (a true WV ghost story) Yellow rose some called her
milky coffee skin
obsidian eyes
she could sing, Lord
and dance
a slave, some said

They left her, you know
when they went west
avoiding a charge of murder

so Delsie went mad
and burned the inn
yet still her spirit lived
flashing from the earth
in blue and yellow flame

until at last
the place was named for her
Burnt House
we call it,
and remember her

(a true WV ghost story)

]]> Comment on The road by Granny Sue http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/the-road/#comment-16629 Granny Sue Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:24:13 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1548#comment-16629 Turnpike It is the road well-traveled but long ago to country where a man could grab land, plant corn make a home for his family It is the road less-traveled now a pot-holed two-lane winding by towns of peeling paint houses and closed bus stations It is the road forgotten Turnpike

It is the road well-traveled but long ago
to country where a man
could grab land, plant corn
make a home for his family

It is the road less-traveled
now a pot-holed two-lane
winding by towns of peeling paint
houses and closed bus stations

It is the road forgotten

]]> Comment on Twitter for writers by first50 http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/twitter-for-writers/#comment-16628 first50 Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:08:16 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1317#comment-16628 I'm sorry, that wasn't very clear. I meant, come and respond to the prompts, leave comments, join in with the other writers who stop by and leave comments. I view what I do here as a few moments of creative play each day to keep myself in touch with the principles of writing practice. Writing practice is like stretching, like freedom. Like playing with words with the hope and intent of finding something. I’m sorry, that wasn’t very clear. I meant, come and respond to the prompts, leave comments, join in with the other writers who stop by and leave comments. I view what I do here as a few moments of creative play each day to keep myself in touch with the principles of writing practice. Writing practice is like stretching, like freedom. Like playing with words with the hope and intent of finding something.

]]> Comment on Twitter for writers by kcd75 http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/twitter-for-writers/#comment-16627 kcd75 Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:00:46 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1317#comment-16627 How do you play? K.C.D http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/ How do you play?

K.C.D
http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/

]]> Comment on I forgot by Alan G http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/i-forgot/#comment-16626 Alan G Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:20:50 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1546#comment-16626 The young man handed the music producer the sheet of paper containing the hand-scratched words and notes. The producer looked at the title and immediately exclaimed, “I forgot to remember to forget? Who the hell came up with that silly-ass title?” There was a seemingly infinite moment of silence. “I’m sorry son,” remarked the producer, “but this just isn’t something we can possibly use. Thanks anyway Mr. Presley for coming in.” The young man handed the music producer the sheet of paper containing the hand-scratched words and notes. The producer looked at the title and immediately exclaimed, “I forgot to remember to forget? Who the hell came up with that silly-ass title?” There was a seemingly infinite moment of silence. “I’m sorry son,” remarked the producer, “but this just isn’t something we can possibly use. Thanks anyway Mr. Presley for coming in.”

]]> Comment on Twitter for writers by first50 http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/twitter-for-writers/#comment-16625 first50 Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:49:09 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1317#comment-16625 The people in the blogroll are people who come to play. So join in the fun and you'll get added. The people in the blogroll are people who come to play. So join in the fun and you’ll get added.

]]> Comment on Twitter for writers by kcd75 http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/08/17/twitter-for-writers/#comment-16623 kcd75 Mon, 23 Nov 2009 01:10:27 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1317#comment-16623 Thanks for the site. If you're interested check out http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/ I'd be interested in being a part of your blog roll. K.C.D http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/ Thanks for the site. If you’re interested check out http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/ I’d be interested in being a part of your blog roll.

K.C.D
http://thewritingsofkcd.wordpress.com/

]]> Comment on The Family by Faye Hicks http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/the-family/#comment-16622 Faye Hicks Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:49:22 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1542#comment-16622 Our first date. Watching for your car from the window. I’ve waited so long for this night and now my aunt and cousins have arrived for a surprise visit! Will my aunt pinch your cheek, or worse yet, your bum? Nope, you are not ready to meet “the family” yet... fayehicks.wordpress.com Our first date. Watching for your car from the window. I’ve waited so long for this night and now my aunt and cousins have arrived for a surprise visit!
Will my aunt pinch your cheek, or worse yet, your bum?
Nope, you are not ready to meet “the family” yet…

fayehicks.wordpress.com

]]> Comment on Market by first50 http://first50.wordpress.com/2009/11/19/market/#comment-16621 first50 Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:15:25 +0000 http://first50.wordpress.com/?p=1540#comment-16621 I love this poem SO MUCH! I love this poem SO MUCH!

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