Tag: writing prompt
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Teachers
My first thoughts went to a YouTuber (cringe) and then to fictional characters (e.g., Aragorn – less cringe, but still intangible). I unfortunately can’t consider my dad, either. Finally, my thoughts settled on teachers from more than 10 years ago; a sad indictment of men. The first teacher, Mr. S., was my middle school –…
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A Fool’s Paradise
Max, recently returned from his shift at McDonald’s, is now teetering over on the couch, sleep and heavy eyelids threatening to take him. The soft sounds of his parents whispering and cooking dinner flitter in his ears, exacerbating sleep’s spell. His eyes fall closed, his fate surely sealed, when, without warning, the door to his…
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Directness is Kindness
I learned today that directness is kindness. I’m tempted to couch this in writing that of course I knew this beforehand, but I don’t want to make excuses, especially because this lesson was learned in a new context: letting someone down. I’m referring to dating, as I just had a second date with a wonderful…
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How I’m Seen
I would hope that people recognize the curiosity about me. Merriam-Webster gives two definitions: 1: marked by desire to investigate and learn 2: exciting attention as strange, novel, or unexpected Both of these definitions resonate with me. I do have a strong appetite for learning, and, in addition to this manifesting as a love for…
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A Good Complication
As soon as I was pulling it out of the oven, my heart sank. The characteristic smell I’ve come to rely on was absent – the first indication that something was wrong. I removed the cloth covering the two filled bowls and hestitated, confused at the sight and cautious hope filling me. But, I stuck…
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Performing on Stage
I’ve performed on stage twice recently, which if viewed on a bar graph would look like the only data set, a small blip, for many years. Sunday December 7th, my symphonic band had a concert. This concert season was the first time I’ve played saxophone seriously or as part of a group since high school.…
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In the voice of a fifty-two-year-old man
I could have avoided all that trouble if only I had remembered to ask for help. But I didn’t, and look what it cost me: a brief hospital stay, weeks of physical therapy, and people doting on me as if were infirm. Not to mention the bills. All this because I coudn’t swallow my pride…
The AM Intrigue 