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Swimming: The Plunge Years
written by: Georgette
California
The Mission Beach Plunge viewed from an upper deck facing North. I’m working in the water with Jay in her Adapted Swimming Class. Photos and drawings Copyright: MMGHB 1974/2009.
Himself: Applied for unemployment, submitted resume, found out cost of school, found Cobra papers don’t arrive for two weeks but Gvt will pay 65% of Cobra, did meeting, Cash Cab, and ate too much with G’ette. ...
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Special day entry. Short.
written by: FredOtter
81 Vermont
Dear Diary,
Sheesh, I just noted that my age on OD pages has been increased by one. Oh, yeah, that's right, it must be my birthday today. As if I didn't know it was gonna happen. I have now gotten thru my rookie year as an octogenarian and don't feel any worse off physically, but I am quite sure my mental faculties have diminished a bit more. At this moment, however, I...
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Spineless
The more i think about it the more it makes me sick. We live in a spineless society these days, were raised in fear, and encouraged not to make waves. I don't like it, and I'm not going to be part of it any more if I can help it. I just hate seeing people walk around on their tip toes all the time. Tell me something, what started the revolutionary war? was it some guys that was too afraid...
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The harvest
Once in my youth I would have rode aloft astride the gossamer winged giants with the others chosen to this task, but those days are past,... The Dredal do not gently allow passengers and will grievously wound any not powerful and swift enough to mount them and from the strong-point guide them skyward as the black masses of clouds boil across the metal gray skies, the bright glow of potent...
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Point of View
written by: Celticman
USA
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, head tilted to the side, brushing out her long hair just as she did every morning. He always enjoyed watching her for a fleeting moment just before he arose for the day, but on this morning he had no work scheduled, so he took his time and observed her. As he watched the brush flow gently through her thick hair, he remembered the delicate scent of it the...
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Why men pee on toilet seats
written by: sir_azrael
20 United Kingdom
A common complaint of women is that men miss the toilet bowl and hit the seat, floor, dog, neighbours children etc a large portion of the time.
They believe this to be unusual as we have a greater ability to aim than they do.
I will now explain the reason for this phenomenon.
Imagine you have a hose pipe (this is merely a metaphor and not some subtle comment about length) with an...
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WalMart Sucks
written by: Sic.
26 Canada
Steve asked me to marry him the other night with one of those ring pops (a red one ) where the diamond is candy. It was so sweet. He put it on my finger & everything. I left it on the coffee table & woke up in the morning to Sean giving it a few licks. I flipped. He stayed in his room for a good few hours after that.
I don't get this boy. I'm trying to teach him to not...
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A Letter Never Written to be Read (...three years)
written by: coons
21 Pennsylvania
The hardest part is not understanding how I feel.
It's been almost two months now and I'm no closer to any understanding of where I am than I was before.
I'm numb...almost.
The only time I shed a tear was during the scene in "Up" when the couple was growing old together and I had the realization that those memories I thought we'd share, we wouldn't.
The one thing I do...
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Fountain of Youth!
written by: Adrian
24 Tennessee
This week's topic is:
If you could drink from the Fountain of Youth, and become immortal, would you?
Well, I must say that the idea is tempting. It's quite tempting, in fact, and I'd probably do it. It would be different and insanely cooler if it also afforded you the ability to move throughout time (since, you know, you're no longer affected by it), but not really...
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Life cycle of the Divine
In the first summer, she exhaled her divine spark –
took it in her hands and fashioned it
into a golden arrow, gleaming and long.
Notching back her bow, she aimed it high,
arms quivering in effort from her deep draw,
fingers blistering as she loosed it into the night.
A ringing sound broke the silence as
it cut the air like a gold comet thrown
by the hands of god at the...
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