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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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- Introductions to Essays Selected for Publication
- Online Notebook for November 28 to December 4
- 100 Word Place Description with NO Adjectives
- Online Notebook for November 20 to 27
- The Caption Contest
- Online Notebook for November 13-20
- In the Beginning: A Dilemma
- Discovering a Story through a Character
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This is my sister.
She is like a lone leaf,hanging in a autumn tree. Clinging to the branch and hope to be different from other leaves and prove the she is stronger than the fallen ones. Winter will come, for sure, but I know, its heavy snow wouldn't be enough to bring her down. Its cold wind wouldn't be enough to take her away;she will never depart from her tree.
Some women are like pops, once you open it, you have to finish it before it lose all bubbles; some women are plain water, essential, but definitely not so attractive; Lily is wine, the best qualified wine—the longer, the better way you keep it, the purer, the tastier you feel it.
Munira, a woman from Lebanon, sat on the chair beside me. Like other Middle Eastern people told her life to me because I was from Middle East too. She bent over and went back and front, with anxiety. She seemed to me like a lumber wondering on the river. Her painful memories led her everywhere.
I tried to help her by saying: “Try to forgive your father and brother and everybody else that hurt you in the past.”
Sometimes, words seem to me stupid, especially, when she looked at me like a gazelle, with broken legs, trapped in a pitfall.
Where she would end, swimming in the sea or trapped in a swamp?
hello, this is my online notebook... i hope u like it~^^*
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Whenever Mary, a 50ish and never had her children, goes to the volunteer sites, she smiles to everyone, even to the homeless. She listens, but never frowns, or ignores them because now the places are like her home-- comfortable, cozy, and feel of need her.
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An old man tumbled down the street directly like a new logged tree, and his walking stick slipped out of his hand. I hastened to him and gave him a hand to sustain. It was no use, for his legs totally lost the function. I hugged him up, feeling him as heavy as a full loaded bag.
Oh, the poor man! He limped on this smooth way is just as he walked the tightrope.
An Empty Shell
She is seventy-six years old—the wrinkles around her mouth forms an ugly spider web, her eyes like a dead fish’s don’t show any vigor and vitality, and she can’t remember a thing she said or heard a minute ago. Alzheimer Disease is destroying her brain—her soul is living.
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Somebody says that the most charming women are just like the best qualified wine, it’s hard to me to understand since I can’t drink. In my view, those who have characters like cats' are most attractive women. The cats love people but they would prefer to keep people at arm’s length, instead of clinging to their owners, like dogs. The saying “distance brings about beauty” might mean that.
Be like a flowing river, wild but soothing. Though its water runs furiously, the sound that it makes contemplates with its surrounding-playing a symphony with the singing birds, and rattling leaves. Its music travels with the wind, and let others know that there is an important river that runs in the middle of the forest.Be like a flowing river- flow with rage but stay on course.
My Father was like an Old Railroad Man. He had seen a lot of things. He traveled, from one station to another. He met people, different kinds of people, from the special ticket holders to the hitch-hikers. When gets tired he rest. Sometimes he drifts away from the track, but he was a professional, he knew how to go back. But every journey has its end, and my Father had reached the final rails of his track. His feet had left its last prints here on earth, it was time for him to start a new path.
An Egg
She is an egg in her family because she’s the only child. If an egg is not held carefully, it’d fall and break and can’t be as it was. So is she. Her parents think if they hurt her feelings, she’ll go away and never be seen again
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A child is as sweet as an angel: the beautiful smile and milky fragrance make your life worth living; she can turn into a devil in just a blink of eyes: the whining and crying will drive you crazy. Taking care of my daughter just like riding a roller coaster, full of heart stirring surprise.
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