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Our online world brings with it many opportunities for people of faith, but it can be tricky to navigate. How has the Internet helped or hindered you in your faith? |
| Hasn't done either. My spirituality does not come from online venues. It comes with being intune to nature and the universe, which is my real worldly realm of faith. |
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| I'd say it accelerated the process of me surrendering my faith altogether. It would have still happened without the internet, but it probably would have taken a bit longer. |
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| Whether it helped or hindered might depend on who chimes in...I would say the internet has given me a broader understanding of other people's needs and I try really hard not to be judgmental of them. For me, I would say it helps in this way. Also, information is at my fingertips whenever/wherever I find myself in need! |
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Two Word Tuesday Give us your best two word caption for this photo...  See a great response? Send them a Two Word Tuesday badge! from the left menu, "Points" --> "Merit Badges: Shop"  |
 Hey Writing.Com, we'd like to know! Tell us: What are you writing this weekend?  |
 Saturday Night Horror Prompt Using a sound, a sight, and a smell, describe a scene that would belong in a scary story. Leave a comment with your scene! |
| As I slowly push the squeaky door open, the sound of a chainsaw assails me, causing a startled gasp. The sickly smell of blood mixed with varnish and turpentine knocks the wind out of me. I stare, my heart stops as I watch Mrs. Starchey guide the blade of a chainsaw down Mr. Starchey's head from behind and to his crotch. Each part falls to the side, and I am facing chaos with a chainsaw. |
| The dogs are barking, it's a fierce primal unrelenting din. I grab my mag light from the nightstand and throw on my bath robe. The only thing that got them this riled up was the coyotes that used to come and steal the calves. Hopping in my truck, I drive down to the pasture. As I get closer I can smell a really strong odor of fresh urine and feces. Something wasn't right. I stared in horror at the carnage my headlights revealed. Something or someone had killed every last cow and left them lying in their own gore. In the tree-line towards the back of the pasture I see a quick moving shadow on two legs. The only thing I can tell is that it doesn't look human. |
| I awake to the smell of rust. I'm bound in chains, suffocating on the constant dripping of blood off the long echoey walls. The silence and calm is almost a relief. Living, eating, sleeping, working, bathing, and sobbing over dead patients in my beeping hell of a job as a surgeon. I never thought I would enjoy being kidnapped. Tortured. Lying in blood and guts left from people they scrap for parts to sell. I lay there in the crimson blood bound in chains, content for the first time. After all, these criminals do the same thing I do for a living, but they at least, don't leave their victims families in crippling debt. I'm no better than a filthy, murderous, gladiator, stabbing people for a living. I am a servant of Hades, forcing operations people don't need on them. Operations that may very well kill them. This pit of blood, and ground flesh. This hole of death, is much smaller than the concrete prison of death i used to live in. I know I shouldn't be. But I am happy. For the first time in my life... I AM FREE! |
Looking at the pairing of a professional with someone who probably shouldn't be trying to solve a murder. What does your non-professional do for a living and how does that help them solve the mystery? |
Amethyst Angel 💐  - Hart to Hart, they were head over heels in love, and money was not an object as they were rich. |
| The "non-expert/outsider" character is a GREAT plot device. He can ask all sorts of questions that allows your expert character to provide all sorts of details. Otherwise, how do you justify the expert rattling off all this detail that wouldn't be noteworthy to him if he were on his own? |
It's that time of year when visions of spring and the Easter Bunny dances in many people's heads. Does the Easter Bunny really lay colored eggs? |
| Unlike Santa, Easter bunnies do not go on forever. Back in the late 60's, I believe it was the 60's or 70's, the Easter Bunny was named Ralph. He had an assistant, Gertrude the Easter Chicken. She was in chare of egg production. I never learned how she colored them, but she got them to Ralph for delivery. |
Three Word Thursday What three words best describe closed windows? See a great response? Send them a Three Word Thursday badge! from the left menu, "Points" --> "Merit Badges: Shop"  |
| Dear enough time. I first met Frank when we were both visiting the sea. He was carrying a large satchel that appeared empty, so big and dark that it must be hot. If it had been me, that smooth flat fabric would have clung to my bare skin and become a black sky over my river of sweat. It's never hot at the coast and there's always wind, but if you're lucky, the sun's out, and we were all very lucky. He was squinting in the bright light and moving between the shops as if he was after something in particular; that he needed it desperately and was at this point feeling out of luck, rather hopeless. I attempted to capture the attention of his narrowed vision and make an utterance, something like "Have you tried looking in your bag?", with a giggle. He would be impressed by how cool and funny I was, and I would convince him that he'd rather be frolicking on the beach with me, cooled off by the wind and delighting at the variety of crunches that could be found by toes in sand, rather than encumbered by a large and useless pit of unfriendly sunshine heat. Prompted by my witty remark, he might reveal to me that he had forgotten that his pouch contained exactly such provisions, such a dear I was, and how nice it was to make my acquaintance. Obviously, I am a dreamer. Attempting to catch his eye and actually wanting to catch his eye with any real intent to say something are two entirely different things. I suppose I looked helpful, and he told me later that I looked sweet, familiar, and welcoming, because the moment he saw me, he turned course and made his way to me, slowing down and lifting up. The bag became a burden but the sun ceased to be, his shoulders rolling forward and his eyebrows rising up. Just to neutral, mind you, and just enough bad posture to indicate fatigue, not unhealth, and I of course froze in place with no chance of words being formed. He indicated at the closed window beside my ear and said in a surprisingly clear voice for someone so journey-worn, "Dear, enough time?" I unlocked my face and tilted my head with a smile. "Have you tried looking in your satchel?  " |
Those were the memorable days of growing up through the eyes of a parent. Do kids really say the darnedest things?
Any situations you can recall? |
| When my precocious nephew was a preschooler his parents bought a new TV. They came by one day and Jeremy began regaling me about the new Wonder woman series he was seeing for the first time. So I asked him, "are you going to be a wonder boy or spiderman or such when you grow up?" He looked at me thoughtfully and chirped, "I haven't begun to wonder yet." |
| Years ago when my daughter was five we went to the pool at our apartment. Another family was there and my daughter walked up to a little girl her own age and asked her why she was so dirty. We were mortified and doubly so when she said the little girl should go and bathe. We apologized profusely and took her home where we had a very long discussion about diversity, respecting others, and appropriate things to say to others. |
 Advice on how to make your writing easier to read on Writing.com. Do you have a default format you use for writing here on Writing.com? |
| I'm trying to remember Schnujo's Giving Away GPs advice and use size 4 formatting so the text is easier to read for folks with bad eyesight. |
| Not particularly, but I keep in mind that if it's difficult to read because of the color, font, or font size, I will lose readers. |
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Three Word Thursday In just three words, give us your best caption for this picture...  See a great response? Send them a Three Word Thursday badge! from the left menu, "Points" --> "Merit Badges: Shop" |
Flashback Friday  Tell us about something from your past... |
| Today, (April 11th) back in 2012, I gave my heart and life to Jesus and was baptized/reborn. I love and need my Lord and Savior Jesus every second. |
| I was 7 years old in 1977, and for my birthday, my mom gave me a new stereo. Back then there was a record player on top, an 8-track player usually on the left, and the radio. You had two speakers--a left and a right--and volume bass and treble. My old stereo still worked, and I had a regular large transistor radio that was kind of a 'pre-boombox', and I turned all three of them on and put them on the same radio station just to see what it was like. It sounded really cool but off somehow. So, I started moving the speakers around the room and adjusting the bass, treble and volume until I could stand in the middle of my room with my eyes closed and the music from the 6 speakers blended seamlessly and seemed to come from everywhere. I had basically discovered surround sound. If my mom and stepdad had ever taken the time to see what I was doing instead of yelling to turn it down, who knows how my life may have been different. |
| In the early 1990s, I lived and worked near Spokane, Washington. I decided to take my family on a day drive over to Mount St Helen's, which erupted in 1980. The devastation was massive. And yes, we saw cars and houses nearly completely buried in ash still ten years later. Downed trees for miles and miles. They had not yet completed the observation deck that is there now. I learned about these lava tubes created by the lava-boring rivers under the ground! We stopped by the entrance of one that is reported to be about a quarter mile long. We hopped out of the car, I grabbed my flashlight from the trunk, and away we went! Or so I thought. Until we were far enough away from the entrance when my wimpy flashlight beam seemed to droop to the ground after only three feet and was conquered by the total darkness! I told the kids, "Forget it! Let's get out of here!" And we quickly headed back toward the natural light coming from the entrance. They were disappointed and wanted to know why we turned back. I said, "We need a larger flashlight, not let's go!" LOL. We never did get the more powerful flashlight. We found some other interesting places to go, and then headed back home. https://explorationamerica.com/lava-tubes-in-washington/ |
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