My hands plunge spear-quick
into the sun-streaked pool,
but the quicksilver words
escape me.
Thanks for six great years!
10 years ago
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- Clint
- Hi, I'm Clint. I live in the Pacific Northwest with my wife, Lisa, and our three sons: Levi, Logan, and Cambren. I like to climb rocks, and my sons like to climb me.
The Thuper Thort Thummer Therial Challenge
In July I wrote a serial for the S4C. Installments were published every Tuesday and Friday (roughly), and each entry had to be 500 words or less. The synopsis:
Novak’s Last Theory
Captain Novak and his crew die every day from a recurring disaster that they are unable to prevent. Can Novak ever unravel the mystery of their predicament?
Installments:
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Oh, I get it, writer's block. Right? Or is it about spear fishing? I like it even if the deep meaning escapes me. I'd like it even more if you read it to me. I love it when you read to me! You Rock! Can I start your fan club?
ReplyDeleteHahaha... you're enough of a fan club for me. Thanks though! And yeah, I'll read to you anytime, anywhere (assuming the boys don't drown me out).
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