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Sofia lived next to a house with peeling paint on the front, curling shingles on the roof and a rusted car hidden in the back. She dreamed of Charleston pastels and cobblestone streets when she saw the HGTV Dreamhome special.
So she packed up her pastels and watercolors to use for a week in South Carolina on Kiawah Island. Just outside Charleston her car broke down and she was short on cash with only enough for her lodging.

Your turn to write....

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May 13, 2013

A playful effort at screenwriting-- kinda screenwriting, existed here until today when
I deleted most of it. It's time for this to be stored. Thanks for letting me play.

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Reads like a Long Day's Journey into Kiawah Country, Leafly. :>)
Can we take odds as to whether or not the heroine will find herself swimming laps in the Plunge Pool?

Aside, Keats would have a blast with your fictional account! Permanence in Beauty!
Truly a four-"leafed" clover, Leafly.

waiting, waiting to turn the page

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Originally posted by Mue:
waiting, waiting to turn the page

Yeah, and somewhere in there paint a pastel---not of "him" but of Sofia. :>)
We already might imagine that "he" is the old flame, Andrew, strikingly handsome and, of all things, wearing an Air Force Officer's uniform, wings and Flight Cap, whom she hadn't seen in two years...?
Nah, scratch that.

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Oh nooooo!
The mystery and intrigue has turned into a cheesy episode of Undercover Boss Noooooo!!!

Oh Leafy please keep writing whatever ya think!

Maybe you be having a bit of writer's block what with BOLO and all Jumping to answer the phone, peeking out the window, waiting.....waiting

Thanks,

Oops, there cam Sam riding on a dilapidated bike. Sophia tried to shrink but he saw her and sat down beside her.

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Originally posted by Leafly:
Opps, there cam Sam riding on a dilapidated bike. Sophia tried to shrink but he saw her and sat down beside her.

I'm not trying to draw any lines here, but dilapidated bike sounds like feng shui has just entered the building. :>)

Tango,

LOL, Yes, He's still looking for the flow of Chi. (Smile Icon)

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Leafly

I have truly enjoyed following your fictional account. If concrete visioning is the key to the Law of Attraction - this house is yours.
Good luck - I am relly feelingit is a MB Dreamer this year.

Thank you MOmsPromise. You are so sweet to say that. Best Wishes to you too.

In light of B o s t o n...

We didn't choose the chaos, hatred or timing.


"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born , and a time to die
a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted
a time to kill, and a time to heal
a time to break down and a time to build up
a time to weep and a time to laugh
a time to mourn and a time to dance
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing
a time to seek and a time to lose
a time to keep and a time to cast away
a time to tear and a time to sew
a time to keep silence and a time to speak
a time to love and a time to hate
a time for war and a time for peace"

Wise people seek peace. E v i l ones breed hate.
Others today were caught in the middle doing the best that they could.
They WILL
Shine like stars across galaxies
Lighting the way.
Being Remembered always.
Good People.

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A playful effort at screenwriting-- kinda screenwriting, existed here until today when I deleted most of it. It's time for this to be stored. Thanks for letting me play.

ever heard of Walter di Mare?

Leafly, Leafly!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the frying pan!
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned "Alas!"
Oh, most mournful,
"Alas, alack!"
Then turned to his sizzling
And sank him back.

Your journey-story ended better than the fish story, Leafly!

The ol' fish should have hidden himself better in the plunge pool! (But it does get a bit
hungry down there, and he bit.)

At least you get to swim once again. :>) and...
Don't forget to wear a smile with that Jensen. :>)

Tango,

I love that poem. Just now, I looked Walter up on Wikipedia. I think I'll check some of his books out. Thank you for that fun post. Have an awesomewonderful week!