Tag: two word challenge
member name: Mona S. Svendsen
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July 25, 2006 07:37 AM EDT --
They came at him like a swarm of mad bees screaming and shouting that he was the worst kind of man that they had ever come across. They demanded that he had to explain himself. How could he say something . . .
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July 13, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
Fifteen minutes is all it will take
A healthy dinner to make
Yet here I am writing a little
When I should with veggies fiddle
Oh, somebody bring me some chocolate cake!
Fifteen minutes . . .
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August 25, 2006 07:24 AM EDT --
He read the letter with an uneasy feeling,
his face turning paler by the word.
This was not a security drill, this was reality
and it hit him like a kick in the stomach.
A ransom note was what . . .
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August 29, 2006 07:17 AM EDT --
He sat still for a while, feeling completely numb, his brain didn't work. He had to shed this Power Freeze, he had to do something. As if the ice shell around his brain melted in a second, he got up . . .
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September 12, 2006 08:27 AM EDT --
He knew that it would take a huge sacrifice to get his family back. He could only hope for a divine intervention.
He sat down by the computer. He was thrilled that he had transferred all those files to . . .
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June 20, 2006 01:28 PM EDT --
by Mona S. Svendsen
As I was on my way home from work, I decided to take a different route than I usually do. A big thunder shower had just swept through the city, so there was water everywhere. Did you . . .
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June 07, 2006 03:43 AM EDT --
You're lying on the couch on one of the extremely lazy days.
You have places everything just within reach,
The coca cola, the sandwich, the candy, all the good stuff to throw done with your self-pity, . . .
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June 08, 2006 04:20 AM EDT --
As I was on my way to work on my bike this morning,
I got to thinking about the take on Pure Evil that I wrote yesterday….
Perhaps it was seen from a very female point of view.
So here . . .
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August 07, 2006 01:16 PM EDT --
The inspiration for this poem is the hard ship my love and I have had during the last year with obstacle after obstacle, and then finally he was on a plane on his way, but due to a spelling error in his . . .
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