creative writing prompt
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75/365 When People Are Lessons
I see the best in people. It’s this fact about myself that I find to be one of my best qualities, but also the one that gets me into the most trouble. For the most part, my intuition is spot on. There are very few people in this world that I don’t get along with,…
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74/365 My Dog, The Racist
When adopting a dog it is important to find one that matches the type of lifestyle you have. You wouldn’t get a Saint Bernard if you lived in an apartment, just like you wouldn’t bring a fire sign into a water sign’s home. These are the type of factors that have to be taken under…
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72/365 Beware The Power of Moo Cow
I’m a believer in signs, or at least I think I am. I guess it depends on what kind of sign I think is presenting itself to me. For example, today I was getting into my car and when I turned the radio on there was a contest going on to win some sort of…
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71/365 Without A Paddle
I was standing in the woods of the Adirondacks, trying to find a good tree to pee behind, and wondering what kind of trip I had gotten myself into. My brother had flipped his kayak over rapids, while my friend Karl and I barely made it through ourselves in a canoe. After rescuing his kayak from…
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69/365 Why Public Transportation is the Worst
My parents are gracious enough to let me drive one of their cars, but to get downtown I always use public transportation in order to avoid the outrageous prices of parking. For those of you who are strictly urban dwellers, I applaud you for the inner strength that it takes to face the beast of…
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68/365 You Are Not Your Self
68. Random Wikipedia Article: Go to Wikipedia and click on Random Article. Write about whatever the page you get. Upon clicking on the random article link I was directed to the following entry: Vajira: “Vajira was a Buddhist nun mentioned in the Samyutta Nikaya (I.134-55). She was confronted by Mara while meditating and asked about…
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67/365 Have A Little Faith
“Don’t you trust me?” My brother was holding two camelbak water packs that were hooked together through some tubes and a filtration system. He had just finished telling me that the contaminated water was supposed to be put in the blue bag (blue meant no) and then it passed through the filter into the green…
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66/365 The Last Five Years
“I bet you five bucks by the end of the night they will play white houses.” Sure enough about two hours after that comment, and several lagers later, I heard the opening music and saw thirty women crowd together onto a makeshift dance floor. I was in the middle of a conversation talking about what…
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65/365 The Fear of Time
I was sitting at my kitchen table doing some writing, separate from this blog, when I noticed something. I noticed how fucking loud the clock is. Up until a few weeks ago there was a different clock that hung on the wall in my family’s kitchen. It was a goose clock. This blue fabric clock…
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64/365 The Art of Listening
I didn’t know what to write about. I never know what to write about. I was determined to write while still on a caffeine high from my three shots of espresso latte. Instead I got in front of the computer screen and felt my brain turn to mush. That and the movie Ever After was on…
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