Tag: writing
group name: gathercreativity
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April 04, 2008 12:22 PM EDT --
This article was inspired by Jimmie's (Hey! Let's gather!) Harris who just published an article about art thievery - as in someone claims your work as their own.
My story happened a long . . . more
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October 15, 2007 07:27 PM EDT --
This week's image
Join us as we create
a poem
a story
a song
a musing
based . . . more
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January 14, 2008 05:10 PM EST --
The image for this week...
What can you write based on this image? A poem, short story, thought, climactic scene to a novel? Let the image stir you to write and post your . . . more
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December 10, 2007 05:46 PM EST --
Our image for this week is not exactly a holiday standard...
Write a short story, poem, musing, or novel opening based on this image. . . . more
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September 17, 2007 08:25 PM EDT --
This week's image--
Stretch your writing muscles...
Write a poem, a short story,
a memory, a musing...
Anything based on this image.
Please post your writing to . . . more
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October 01, 2007 07:22 PM EDT --
Our image for this week's writing prompt--
Please join us as we write a
story
poem
. . . more
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December 31, 2007 05:28 PM EST --
Yes, some of us loved the National Novel Writing Month so much that we decided to have our own special writing month.
January can be slow, but it has a whole day more than November had. So during . . . more
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February 12, 2008 06:46 PM EST --
Looking for a way to jump-start your writing? Use this image to prompt you. Create a poem, a short story, the beginning or ending to a novel, or a simple musing. Post your . . . more
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April 07, 2008 10:22 PM EDT --
Having trouble getting stirred up to write? Looking for something a bit different? Here's a visual prompt to help you out.
What story does this image tell?
. . . more
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November 21, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
Tempera men tal " Men "
I realized my predica men t when my mind com men ced with worri men t.
I've thought of all sorts of men , from cattle men with taut abdo men s to . . . more
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November 15, 2007 04:42 PM EST --
'You have chosen me from low estate to be your queen and companion, far beyond my desert or desire; if, then, you found me worthy of such honor, . . . more
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November 17, 2007 11:25 AM EST --
The sunrise, a beautiful mixture of purple and pink, welcomed another day. No human saw the glorious sight or felt the warmth. We hid, living and dieing in the dark, a fitting place to be after what . . . more
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January 29, 2008 06:25 PM EST --
I look up and see the time 05:57, blink ...57 F.
Really?? Mmmmm...
Close my eyes, open... 05:58 followed by 58 F.
Smile...stretch...Cramp cramp...alert alert...noooooo..bend knee...grab calf ...rub . . . more
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January 28, 2008 05:13 PM EST --
I had wanted a pet for as long as I could remember.
Santa had failed to come through for me three years in a row and every birthday wish list had been ignored by my parents.
I finally accepted my . . . more
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July 16, 2008 11:45 PM EDT --
Sherry McCahn was born October 31,1950. Sherry's father, Jim believed Aideen when she wrote him that her pregnancy had lasted ten months and that the doctors all said what a miracle it was. "It . . . more
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October 09, 2007 04:24 PM EDT --
Our image for this week
Join us as we write
poetry
stories
musings
based on this image.
Submit your writing to WriteImage
more
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July 25, 2007 06:56 PM EDT --
My name is Kay Daniels. Well, at least it is today.
And this is my collection of keys. House keys, car keys, locker keys. One vintage skate key.
These notched pieces of metal hold my memories. . . . more
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November 05, 2007 06:56 PM EST --
This week's image
Use this image
for a writing
prompt.
Create a poem,
a . . . more
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March 02, 2008 02:17 PM EST --
What can you write based on this image? Share it with us at WriteImage .
A poem, a story, a thought, a question about life. Imagine...
more
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January 18, 2008 11:52 AM EST --
I wasn't aware that I was going to be photographed sir and I do apologize.
If I had known, I would of buffed my peak, trimmed my claws and fluffed the feathers around my neck. As it was, I looked . . . more
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