I'm from a small sleepy city, Cornwall Ontario, on the great St Lawrence River. An hour from Montreal Quebec.
I'm a fan of Ernesto Hemingway, Dylan ballads and El Che.
"Messenger", by Tea Party is a more current song favorite.
I like economical Am. spelling over the British. E-mail messaging is leading a way to simple, clear writing.
Been reading a number of books on international intervention lately and tried merging some of these concerns into a regular short story.
I'm a fan of Ernesto Hemingway, Dylan ballads and El Che.
"Messenger", by Tea Party is a more current song favorite.
I like economical Am. spelling over the British. E-mail messaging is leading a way to simple, clear writing.
Been reading a number of books on international intervention lately and tried merging some of these concerns into a regular short story.
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- When I'm not writing, I'm maybe retyping or looking for an employable occupation..
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The seventh anniversary comes
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She stood waiting in the center of the arena. In the clutching humidity. While the congregated revelers turned slowly around her. When she saw him emerge from a small group in differing tartans. Each unique tartan sett identi713 lines, August 28. In 600-2000 words
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Seven of the runners took their positions along the curved line at the bottom of the 100 yard dash. The longest race of the day began where1172 lines, August 27. In 600-2000 words
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She turns from the sidewalk into the driveway just as she has done all week. Her lunch in a plastic bag in one hand. In heavy work boots fo655 lines, August 25. In 600-2000 words
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She stood waiting in the center of the arena. In the clutching humidity. While the congregated revelers turned slowly around her. When she saw him emerge from a small group in differing tartans. Each unique tartan sett identi - The 2 Mile at storywrite
Seven of the runners took their positions along the curved line at the bottom of the 100 yard dash. The longest race of the day began where the shortest one ended. At twice the length of the race closest to it in distance. Be - The Dots Across Her Nose at storywrite
She turns from the sidewalk into the driveway just as she has done all week. Her lunch in a plastic bag in one hand. In heavy work boots for a slender girl. Not that they slow her down any. She has a natural light step to her
