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Stories are part of our life. They’re real. They’re imagined. But together, they create who we are. How we define ourselves. And how others define us. Stories cover the range of emotion. They invigorate all the senses. They teach. Inspire.

Posted By Pat On 05.07.2013 @ 10:35 am

He went pass by my life once, twice, or so. But I have to shoo him away. He was only meant to pass and not to stay.

Posted By pat On 02.28.2013 @ 7:29 am

There is a sales man who sits by his phone all day. He is always making calls to his prospective clients, He wears a suit, a tie, and brand new black leather shoes every day. He wheres calvin klien cologne and is always pleasant. One day he gets a call from a client and they tell him that they have accepted his offer

Posted By pat On 02.08.2013 @ 7:50 am

Happy family, husband, sweet, big house, many toys, beautiful smile, laughing, funny, soft

Posted By Pat On 01.30.2013 @ 10:55 am

I went to my grandmother’s home for dinner. THe visit was great as always. Her cooking is the best. I especially love her stuffed grape leaves. Her English is getting better; it’s easier to have a conversation with her now. Grandpa is another story. He is still resistant to learning new things.

Posted By pat On 01.21.2013 @ 4:49 pm

It was late in the afternoon. The sky had just cleared up, after a sudden and unexpected summer rain shower; the streets were now all clean

Posted By Pat On 11.23.2012 @ 7:58 am

something subtle and unconsciously experienced

Posted By Pat On 11.19.2012 @ 11:10 pm

the walls of the the home we just moved in did not look right. It is something we never noticed while deciding to buy this place even after multiple visits

Posted By pat On 10.04.2012 @ 12:36 pm

I was afraid it would come to this. After all these many years attempting to live a quiet and normal life, it all came to an end on one fateful day in November.

Posted By Pat On 09.24.2012 @ 10:34 am

… everything I had though him, he still decided to pursue his reckless behavior.

It all started a while back as we were traveling to the ball game.

Posted By Pat On 09.18.2012 @ 1:36 pm

Whether you like it or not, shit happens. It’s not about whether it happens or not, it is about choosing how it should happen or why it should happen. Shit will come and go whether you like it or not.

Posted By Pat On 09.06.2012 @ 10:43 am

soft rubbing of velvet that turns to wool nubbles on a toy, felt hat, kitten soft. This is the texture of my life right now. It has scent and color too.

Posted By pat On 09.01.2012 @ 7:20 pm

hollow eyes and empty minds, fallow fallow fallow blind. personality crushed. be different. be punished. be more than a uniform. be punished.

Posted By pat On 07.06.2012 @ 4:01 pm

I have never had a fracture before, but I can tell you now, they hurt. I was walking down the walking path hen I saw a snake in my path. Instead of going head on with the snake, I toke a detour down the hill and fell braking my leg. I was wondering how I was going to make it up the hill, when a young handsome man came to my rescue. I ld me he was a fireman and knew what he was doing.

Posted By Pat On 06.21.2012 @ 3:25 pm

pour water into a cup like a crazy person who is in a desperatly need os water… i want to pour something into you.

Posted By pat On 06.16.2012 @ 3:04 pm

Everything you can. Your life, your hair, your clothes, your car, your mom if she lets you, except your husband. But do not transform in reckless self-destruction.

Posted By Pat On 05.28.2012 @ 8:42 am

I have a belief that all children can learn. Children have an innate sense of wonder and a desire to learn. As a teacher, I need to foster children’s beliefs in themselves by providing a positive learning environment. Children need to know they can be successful.

Posted By Pat On 03.12.2012 @ 2:42 pm

Mom’s favorite apron was red white and black plaid with white lace around. She wore it almost every day. After she died, my youngest sister took it. Now she wears the apron, reminding me of Mom every single time I see her in it.

Posted By Pat On 01.05.2012 @ 12:15 pm

The last flare flew up from the lifeboat like a fireworks at the Fourth Of July picnic Annie had just seen off the starboard bow. The cruise ship had stopped near the coast so the passengers could enjoy the capitol’s celebration, but they got too close.

Posted By Pat On 11.19.2011 @ 5:00 pm

deeeply thoughtful and contemplative, lookiing into the depths and ruminating on what is discovered. avoiding trivia and accruing meaning. taking inspiration from truth and seeking meaning without prejudice.

Posted By pat On 11.03.2011 @ 8:26 am

My husband was a troll. No, I’m not talking about one of those creatures who lurk on the internet, spamming chat rooms and sending snarky comments. He was a real, under-bridge lurking, child scaring troll.

Posted By Pat On 10.31.2011 @ 6:54 am

I tried to shepherd the dogs into the house, out of the downpour. But once they saw the squirrel running across the yard, it was pandamonium…or should I say pugamonium.

Posted By Pat On 10.26.2011 @ 10:56 am

His awakening was slow. The first rustle of the spring breeze tickled Jake’s nose.

Posted By Pat On 10.23.2011 @ 5:02 pm

It wasn’t such a radical idea, at least I didn’t think so. I never expected the outcry when I merely suggested that house pests be treated with respect.

Posted By Pat On 10.21.2011 @ 6:38 pm

Their mutual love affair came to an abrupt end when she discovered he really didn’t love her just her cooking. She realized if she stopped cooking, he’d stop staying. She wondered whether their mutual love of her cooking, her love of cooking, his love of eating her cooking was enough to sustain their love.

Posted By pat On 10.18.2011 @ 1:18 pm

Compassion is a wonderful trait in a person, Maura thought as she stood beside the middle aged woman who wailed as she grabbed her dead mother’s hand. Too bad I don’t have any right now.

Posted By Pat On 10.13.2011 @ 7:05 pm

spring has sprung, the time of the year spring has sprung, the mechanism spring has sprung, the season has changed spring has sprung, the thing has changed spring has sprung

Posted By Pat On 10.12.2011 @ 7:40 pm

Stacks of papers and books littered the desk of Professor Ludwig’s study. His body lay partially across formerly neat piles of student essays.

Posted By Pat On 10.10.2011 @ 6:27 pm

“The setting for this table just isn’t right, Marlene”. The harsh blonde curls on top of her head trembled as Donna shook her head

Posted By Pat On 10.06.2011 @ 6:34 pm

Convinced that my dad is too much for me to handle 24/7 – sad but true. There it is.

Posted By Pat On 09.23.2011 @ 8:24 pm