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This week's writing topic!16 Years AgoOne word...Memory. Don't forget to submit your piece that you feel personifies this topic so that we can read and critique your work! Have fun!
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[no subject]16 Years AgoI think you might need to adjust the options on the group settings for submitting peices. Right now, I don't see an option anywhere to submit...am I missing something? let me know when you fix it, cause I got one ready to go for ya!
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[no subject]16 Years AgoNow we can submit and review each others pieces, so let's get started! Sorry for the mistake in settings.
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[no subject]16 Years AgoJust a couple of suggestions for next week! How about, what do we value most in a friendship? Or, maybe, what helps to motivate us in life?
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[no subject]16 Years AgoSO AS NOT TO CRY
A mother hides the last letter from her son. She puts it in a drawer beneath his last photograph where he’s dressed in his uniform and if you could believe his face, his smile, you would swear
that handsome son could never die. Although sometimes she thinks that he is walking in the kitchen or he calls her name from the door, what does she have? Only two memories and she saves them forever
hidden in a chest of drawers.
At this place the mother prays as if It were a shrine without candles or statues, And kneeling there, so as not to cry, the grieving mother talks to the walls:
“But these times are brutal with a war that devours everything
and I, forget it, alone, alone without my son and without my health. Somewhere far away one day of noises and screaming,
this young man—tall, too thin, eyes black as night; this young man whom I taught to respect everyone, including his enemies;
this young man who can never be the cane of my old age;
this young man with that smile, with that voice sweet as bread; this young man who put to flight the sun, the moon, all happiness,
and my tears which I keep hidden so as not to cry.
The last letter, the last photograph, The last hope, the last words, The last flowers, the last song— All these memories now under lock and key, Hidden forever.
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[no subject]16 Years AgoThank you so much for your submission! It is very beautiful and well written! Can't wait to read what you come up with for next week's submission!
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