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That Far Away Place of You
Read more: That Far Away Place of YouWhere are you? Can I join you? I think I’d like to know, even just for a moment, what it’s like to be behind your eyes. Sometimes I know I would jump at the chance, and other times, I’m not so sure. If I traveled there with you, what would I be like when I…
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The King of Writer’s Block
Read more: The King of Writer’s BlockThe universally feared and loathed King of Writer’s Block…this gentleman and I, we know each other quite well. I’ve been to see him many times these last few years (unwillingly, of course). I’ve spent countless hours in his presence, staring at him through the blinking cursor on the screen. I don’t know what he looks…
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The Very Best Secret Keeper
Read more: The Very Best Secret KeeperI have a confession to make. I’m an introvert and I’m not good at sharing. As someone who writes and needs feedback on my work, this is kind of a problem. Let me explain. I never talk about myself to anyone. I never tell my friends anything about my projects, most of them don’t even…
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Such a Cute Little Villain
Read more: Such a Cute Little Villain“Awww, such a cute little villain.” Ummm…yeah. Well, that’s not a phrase you hear every day. I recently received this writing feedback from one of my friends, and truthfully, it left me totally floored. I didn’t really know what to say when she told me that. So I just stared at her. And then laughed.…
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Help, Book in Search of Title
Read more: Help, Book in Search of TitleMy great great grandmother had six first names. Elena Patricia Catalina Adriana Lucia Lourdes. The names in my family tend to run long, but her name was long even by our standards. The story goes that her parents gave her the names so that when she was old enough, she could pick the one that…
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To the Most Boring
Read more: To the Most BoringI can see it so clearly. Seventh grade, an early afternoon right after lunch. Tired and ready to go home, 30 students had taken their seats in the last class of the day. And sitting towards the back of the classroom in a wooden desk, was a 12 year old me. I was excited for…
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We Return Lost Time
Read more: We Return Lost TimeI responded to an interesting ad today. I saw it in the paper, right there next to all of the other usual things being advertised. It was only four words. “We return lost time.” Underneath this there was contact information. I read it again. What did that mean? Unable to resist, I got my things…
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The Most Powerful Girl
Read more: The Most Powerful Girl“I wanted to slay a dragon, to walk the tallest tightrope, to face danger with unflappable confidence and competence. I wanted to do all of these things, but only managed to do one. I got up, and I tried.” We met in the darkness, the glow of the moon the only light in the forest…
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The Anchor of Your Thoughts
Read more: The Anchor of Your ThoughtsWe sat next to each other in the sand overlooking the water, both of us thinking, neither of us talking much. We had been this way for what seemed like hours. It was the kind of day I had really needed, the kind where you can put everything aside for a little while. Where the…
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A Tiny Bit More Than Make Believe
Read more: A Tiny Bit More Than Make BelieveWho made you? I certainly didn’t. How could I? I’ve never had a thought like that in my life. But you do. Lots of them. When you speak, it doesn’t sound like me. Sometimes I feel like your voice comes from some other place, a place that’s far away from this chair where I sit…
Winter Betancourt 