It’s the anticipation of a rainfall that infringes my hesitation with the beauty that lies in rains and brings back the childlike excitement in me. I hate the muck. 70 more words
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I remember being twelve and having my mother drive my sisters and I to camp during the summer. The year is 1999. I would carry my kodak disposable camera, a bag with my clothes, a book, and some mosquito repellant. 662 more words
Being somewhat new to the whole social media scene, I was floored to find out there is yet another method for sharing ideas, pictures, non-sense, news, public relations, marketing or really any other information you just want to throw out there into the world, its called Microblogging. 646 more words
Did I get any writing done today? No, but . . .
I finished The Maze Runner, putting me at 42/50 books read this year. With the rest of the trilogy and the Heroes of Olympus waiting, I probably don’t have to struggle with what book to read next for the rest of this year’s challenge. 117 more words