Category: 400 Words
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Party Planner- 400 words
Hosting parties was never my forte. I’d plan for months the perfect color scheme, theme, time, outfit, hors d ’oeuvres, entrée, dishes, centerpiece. So much time spent on details. Then in the end, when it came to the guest list, I’d freeze. I’d write one name, then another. I’d decide they’d have more important plans… Read more
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From Speck to Star – Guest Artist: You! – 400 words
This writing was inspired by a friend’s artwork. It is not mine to share with you. If you paint/sketch/art, I would love to see what images it inspires for you. Think of it like the first round of telephone! Read more
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The World I Dream About (<90 min) – 400 words
The sky will not always be blue. It will light up at sunset into a masterpiece night at after night in the brightest colors that artists will never recreate. It will burst into visions of fire at sunrise. Demanding attention and bringing warmth in return. Over the night, pricks in the fabric of blackness will… Read more
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Swings, stings and skinned knees- (<90 min art class)400 words
A little helicopter pod spins and twirls and flutters like a honeybee. Thrown in the air again and again by tiny fingers learning about air and motion and life and death. They snap the seed pod in half and clip it to their nose. “I’m Pinocchio “, they say. What are you lying about little… Read more
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Just Words- 400 words
Butterflies, sunshine, rainbows, Red raspberries, strawberries, cherries, lipstick A fat red lip can change a girl. Make her braver Make her taller. Orange slices at half time, juice sucked dry, pulpy flesh crisping in the sun Forgotten pumpkins making Christmas jackolanterns Butternut squash fresh from the farm after celebrating old friends for the afternoon. Sweet… Read more
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The Clock Ticks – 400 words
The clock ticks, clicks, Tick click Click tick And spins a golden dance Its own fair Scrambler under a glass dome. Through generations it is passed. Marking seconds through the eyes of child without toys on rainy Sunday afternoons Hours through wars when our young are stationed abroad. Marking minutes after midnight when a curfew… Read more
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Water – 400 words
In a bowl, blown clean enough, I am now contained. Waiting for the stones, Waiting to wash the worries and burdens away from women who need miracles who need support who need to restore magic that feels like it has dried and died they each have a death wound that hurts to go near. No… Read more
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It was a Saturday. – 400 words
(pay no attention to it being Sunday) We sit on the porch every Saturday. PopPop brings out his lawn chair every morning where he holds court til supper. Nana swished hmmm out with the dust as she swept up after breakfast and won’t let him back before dusk. He’ll be invited back to take his place… Read more
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Birthdays. – 400 words
Birthdays. 1950 June The house wasn’t much to look at yet. The clapboard sat where one day a driveway would hold Buicks and Fords. The great oaks that would drop itchy balls making barefoot children playing kick the can yelp had not yet been planted. But the framing was ready to announce this spot as… Read more
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A dark and stormy night – 400 words
It was a dark and stormy night, It was a dark and stormy night, but, you know, it wasn’t that dark, nor was it stormy. It was a night like any other in truth, but this night was about to get dark in spirit and stormy in emotion. The Full Moon shone in the sky… Read more