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Prues asked for a letter
I feel that I really benefited from the Writing internship class. From it, I saw how the English skills I learned in school transitioned into certain careers in which writing was a key component. It is difficult for me to outline why I found the writing internship so helpful...it outlined and answered some confusions and questions I ( Read more... ) -
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Thoughts in a room--May 26, 2006
My grandmother died sometime shortly after that. I spent a long night in my room, drinking because that felt like a reason. Like the movies where people go haywire drunk, bottom bottling long nights. I didn’t even know my grandmother that well. But things just told me I should lament for a time on it. I wrote some songs or sketched ( Read more... ) -
From Ryan
here is a conversation I just had on the internet with some guy that I thought was the Buffalo, but wasn't. Maybe you'll get a kick out of it:
Mmaguirerep: hows the new doggy?
beloitbuc44: what
Mmaguirerep: didnt you get a new dog?
beloitbuc44: who is this
Mmaguirerep: ryan you fool, dont you know my last name by now, my goodness ( ( Read more... ) -
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Jack walked past the shops of Fleet Street. All their doors were closed for the night, but the neon signs along the inside surface of the windows were still aglow. Their wiry bends of blues and reds flickered and jumped in the dull blueness of the night. Jack looked up the street to a yellow and blue glow that caught his eye. It was a ( Read more... ) -
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“Quiet lads.” Andrew leaned on the edge of the couch. He flicked the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray on the table in front of him. He grabbed the remote on the table and turned up the volume.
“Mind if I open the wendows Andrew?” Larry asked. “It’s a tad stuffy in here.”
“Noh, go ahead Lar.”
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The shoelace dangled down past the bottom corner of the open locker. The cleats were of an old white leather, with wrinkled ridges along the front where the toe bends. The leather was cracking along the perforated siding. And the black swoosh on the left cleat was coming unstitched along its bottom. The bottoms of the shoes were pale black ( Read more... ) -
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“Yeah, keep going on that until you see Hartland Avenue. Then you take a left and it’s the third house on the left.” She traced the end of her pen along the little map she had drawn in her notepad ( Read more... ) -
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The tall yellowed grass blurred outside the station wagon. Evan ran with it, his eyes concentrating on each blade, trying to sort each thin strand into its entirety in the minute part of a second that it passed before his eyes. He stared out the window with the intent look that children have-that intent look like confusion or frustration, that ( Read more... )