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Friday, February 15th 2008
this very cool writers site has a weekly challenge to writers to write on a topic they choose. The topic this week was "Fridge Space". It can be a poem, story etc. This is my contribution. Hope you like it. lol
[link] More >
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Friday, October 19th 2007
true story... More >
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Friday, October 5th 2007
I think this video tells us what we had an idea we already knew. More >
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Saturday, March 3rd 2007
The Parable of the Rock
The rock lay suspended in his home of dirt and roots from the grasses above. He wondered when it would rain again. He loved it when it rained. The droplets would run over his form and tickle as they descended into the depths of the earth. More >
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Friday, March 2nd 2007
The Curse of Nathaniel Granger
by Marissa A Spencer
There was a small dock that extended out into the stream. I remember dropping my fishing line into the water and watching the trout look at me. I had a feeling they would roll their eyes at me if they could have. More >
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Monday, January 16th 2006
yes.. the continuing adventures.... More >
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Sunday, January 8th 2006
The walls were twinkling with that odd light and the mud smelled earthy, but clean. ... More >
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 Saturday, April 9th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
pic from
[link]
The woman stood before her, naked except for the folding sheer wings that wrapped around her. Her eyes were lit with an unearthly light and glowed in the dimness.
“Who are you?” Moira whispered More >
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Wednesday, April 6th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
She slowly rises and wipes the black gooey mud onto a nearby rock. The old man leads his herd to a protected spot between some huge boulders and overhanging trees. Moira takes his distraction as an opportunity to get further ahead and find a quiet place to camp. She surely did not want to listen to grunting hedgehogs all night long. More >
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Sunday, April 3rd 2005
(C) 2004-205 Marissa A Spencer
pic from www.hedgehogs.org/ hedge.html
He stands up and turns to her and looks up at the sky. “Sorry to be rescued and run, but I have serious things to do. I won’t be worried about you, I think you can take care of yourself!” More >
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Saturday, April 2nd 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
Looking around cautiously, Moira gets slowly out of the now still water. Her clothes are dry and the temperature is quite warm now. She puts on her clothes and is just about done putting her attire together when she hears a distant cry. More >
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Friday, April 1st 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
She stands there gaping at the empty place where the little man stood. Putting a hand to her forehead, she shields her eyes from the blazing sun. More >
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 Thursday, March 31st 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
(Pic from same place as previous page pic)
She looks at her bed and decides that it beats the forest floor. More >
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.jpg) Wednesday, March 30th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
Pic from
[link]
She takes off her cap and slowly exposes her delicate ears. Both earlobes indeed are pierced and each holds a small red stone. More >
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 Tuesday, March 29th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
Pic from [link]
“I think I went through a time portal. Some small golden dragon dropped this chain with a disc of mithral around my neck, but it fell off when I was falling through the corridor. I have no idea what it was for, but I have a feeling I need it.” She could see his brow furrow and his eyes look faraway. More >
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 Monday, March 28th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
In a hard thud, she is on her face in the soft forest loam. Spitting dirt from her mouth, she is amazed at her rescue from almost certain death. As she wipes the soil from her eyes, she spies a pair of small leather bound feet. More >
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 Sunday, March 27th 2005
(c) 2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
The sun was at its apex when the last hoof beat sounded. Shading her eyes, she gazes into the distance. The birdsong softens the anxiety she feels inside. More >
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 Saturday, March 26th 2005
A moment later, the lights stop spinning and it suddenly gets very bright. She lands hard in a meadow of thick grass. She lies there gasping; the air has been driven from her. More >
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 Saturday, March 26th 2005
She goes into the dark cottage and wonders how she was able to find those bottles in the darkness of night. No matter. She starts gathering a multitude of stuff in a soft leather pack. Maps, powders, vials and other things are quickly stuffed into the pack. More >
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 Friday, March 25th 2005
(c) Marissa A Spencer 2004-2005
She turns quickly to see the small lights approaching the edge of the woods. Grabbing the old key she still keeps in an inside pocket, she hurries to find the hidden gate in the ivy-covered stone wall. More >
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 Thursday, March 24th 2005
photo Kirkella
Urging her Palomino to cross the bridge took some doing, but they were soon on the other side. Breaking into a trot, they soon came to the thick woods that bordered the castle. More >
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 Thursday, March 24th 2005
picture from [link]
Into the Maelstrom
(C)2004-2005 Marissa A Spencer
Chapter one
A small light dances outside the window as if watching the sleeping form of Moira tossing in turning in the night. It seems to reappear inside the room where she sleeps, to suddenly hover over her perspiring forehead. More >
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Saturday, March 5th 2005
Bidwell’s Bar circa 1960
By Marissa A Spencer
Recollections of our childhood experiences are tinged by a rosy sense of wonder. I have often pondered the things we did as a family and the feelings that came with them. More >
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  Monday, August 23rd 2004
The Parable of the Mimosa and Crabapple
by Marissa A Spencer
There was a beautiful crabapple tree that bloomed in a lovely meadow in a calm, peaceful valley. About ten feet away was a lovely mimosa tree. The mimosa’s feathery leaves opened and closed with each sunrise and sunset. The crabapple bloomed bright pink blossoms in the spring. Mimosa’s blossoms were like pink fairies. More >
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Friday, August 20th 2004
Odd Happenings at Coloma
By Marissa A Spencer
One year our family went to the Coloma mill, where Marshall’s men found gold in California. It is lovely in the foothills and we often took a picnic with us and panned for gold in the cold shallow river there. The area is covered with preserved buildings. The blacksmith shop will have someone demonstrating the art from time to time. More >
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