dailyprompt
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Many moons ago a woman, on a whim, walked into a room. Our gazes met and we both took off, hands locked, spiraling through the universe. Our first date was chockful of inspired gazes, and laughter from utterances genuinely humorous. Our connection was palpable, our revelations copious. The night ended with her hugging me and
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Twenty-four years ago, President George W Bush stood on a massive pile of rubble once a spire that pierced the clouds and echoed the decisive words, “And those responsible for this are gonna hear from all of us!” And thus, Americans became rapacious concerning their endorsement of revenge; overnight, astonishment morphed into rage; we wanted
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The most widely attended sporting event of the 19th century was a baseball game played between a New York regiment, and one comprised of multiple regiments. The contest took place in Hilton Head. It was estimated that 40 thousand people had gathered to spectate. Along with items concerning the Civil War, Harper’s Weekly began reporting
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Most remember the adage Necessity is the mother of invention. For centuries it was an axiom that rang true. Once upon a time, in order to take the necessary leap to grow the economy in the West, we had to mobilize society; thus, came trains, automobiles, and buses. To accommodate a high illiteracy rate in
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The year was 2010. I dropped my wife, Kathryn, at Philadelphia Internation and proceeded—against my better judgement, and because I was too cheap to spring for the airfare—on a 650-mile journey with three 13-year-old boys (my son and two friends). Our destination? Myrtle Beach, where we would meet Kathryn and my in-laws at a beachfront
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I have, presently, and shall always acknowledge that within human potential there resides a spiritual domain. The bridge I cannot cross is the one that suggests that a universe of galactic event horizons, black holes, and quasars has an ideological component. Thus, I do not subscribe to the concept of an unknowable deity governing an
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I am unapologetically sentimental, a hopeless romantic, and a novelist. That is what’s otherwise known as the trifecta for those who look fondly upon the past. History is romantic, a period one can embellish; it possesses “lure” and “lore;” its poetry and myth become elegant over time. The future can be inspiring and bright, but
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What’s the greatest gift one could bestow upon another? I could be quite succinct with this one: RESPONSIBILITY. In learning responsibility two things transpire: we grasp the value of what it means to be trustworthy and, as a result, gain confidence we can tackle obstacles the world and its wearing influences will throw our way.
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My mother made her departure in 1992. I was just thirty. Funny thing about doomed cancer sufferers: we tend to mourn them while they are still living, agonizing through the disease’s progressions. I did not shed a single tear at her funeral. The year was 2008; I was rummaging through a basement closet, a place
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