04 Monday Dec 2017
Posted in 50 Word Story, creative writing
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#50Word Story, #creativewriting, autumn, changing seasons, dorindaduclos.com, fear, life, Night Owl Poetry, weather, Winter, writing
The weather was turning. I could feel the winter wind strike a glancing blow across my face. Teary eyed, I watched, accepting the fact autumn would be leaving me. Icier days grew closer, and I drew deeper into myself. I couldn’t bear watching, for fear I’d never see her again.
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26 Thursday Oct 2017
Posted in creative writing, My Thoughts
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#creativewriting, akismet, amusement, amusing, comments, content, dorindaduclos.com, dreaming, funny, haha, laughter, Night Owl Poetry, spam, WordPress, writing
Ah, Spam, don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it (sorry, Shakespeare).
No, I’m not talking about that disgusting canned stuff that campers (like my husband) keep in case of an emergency (no emergency could get me to eat that). I’m speaking of the delightful fun of checking our spam comments. You see, the need to do so arises because some of our followers wind up in there (tsk tsk Akismet). We can only hope they realize we are not ignoring them. So without further ado….
Apparently I have a great deal of knowledge pertaining to dreaming. This from someone who seldom sleeps, if dreams. I’m amused. I also use green seaweed in my salad. That could attribute to the fresh content, but no, appears I don’t have that either. Maybe purchasing generic Cialis or Viagra would perk up my blog. That should get a rise out of it, don’t ya think? And who knew? I totally missed the donation button option because so many people claim they would definitely donate to my blog. To think, I could be a millionaire without writing a word! And last but certainly not least, if I ever give up writing (not a chance) I can always become a porn star. 😉
And so ends this entry on the most ludicrous things you can find when sifting through spam. Hope this gave you a giggle as I certainly had a good time, especially wondering what these people do in real life!!
To all of you, thank you so very much for your wonderful comments. I love them all, and you, too!! ❤
30 Sunday Jul 2017
Posted in creative writing, Fiction
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#creativewriting, blackout, coffee, darkness, death, dorindaduclos.com, dreams, elevators, fears, Night Owl Poetry, nightmares, writing
The caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. Even toothpicks wouldn’t have held these eyes open. They’d snap from the weight of my lids. Half asleep, I stood there, in a daze, trying to remember what had happened the night before. The elves, hammering away in my head, reassured me they hadn’t forgotten. These blackouts were becoming worrisome, not to mention altogether dangerous.
I glanced around the room, still not quite sure where I was. In the distance, I could make out the Manhattan skyline, lazily communing with the haze of morning. The view was a bit daunting, what with my fear of heights, which was rather quickly enveloping me. I turned around, knowing I probably needed more coffee to steady my nerves, and found I had already drained the pot.
My only recourse was to venture out into the noise of the morning commuters. I threw on some clothes, staggered out the door, stepped onto the elevator and fell 20 floors. Lying at the bottom of the elevator shaft, I had, at last, awakened.
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27 Thursday Jul 2017
Posted in 100 word story, creative writing
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#creativewriting, #shortstory, 100 word story, death, dorindaduclos.com, life, Night Owl Poetry, spirits, voices, whispers, wind, writing
In the whispers of night, through the howling wind, voices from those passed, invade my world. Chattering amongst themselves, they show no regard for this eavesdropper, who stands smack in the middle of them. Perhaps they do not know I am there. Or perhaps they just don’t care. Listening carefully, I relish their presence. I do not quite understand what they are saying, but I devour every last sound. A gentle tap on my shoulder, a soft whisper in my ear, and I am taken in as one of their own. It was only then I realized, I already was.
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15 Monday May 2017
Posted in creative writing, short story
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disappearance, dorindaduclos.com, friends, girls, lunch break, Night Owl Poetry, pizza, short story, teenagers, writing
They walked in together, five friends, joking about, most likely on a lunch break. Their destination, a pizza place, next to the coffee shop I had plopped myself in. I watched as they playfully pushed, randomly threw punches at each other’s faces, the typical teenage thing. Or was it? Five friends went in. Only four came out.
Based on an actual event….
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