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Cathartic Pizza 2008-03-22 18:27:00 On Friday, December 10, 1999 my husband made some pizza dough and baked 3 pizzas. On December 11, he took some pizza to his parents house and took the kids down with him for a visit. He froze the other two pizzas. When he came home with the kids, my oldest son was very ill, he had a high temperature and was almost listless. I took him to the doctor on Sunday and brought back some anti-biotics, he started feeling better, but my second son fell ill. On Monday I took my baby to the doctor, his temp was 105. The doc gave me anti-biotics, and within a few hours he started feeling better. When I drove home from the doctor's office, I found my husband on the couch. "I can't move" he said. He had the same thing. "C'mon, let's go to the doctor," I told him, "the kids got anti-biotics and they are a Read more:Pizza
No title 2008-03-27 23:43:00 Writing the Right WayNEW AND EXPANDED VERSION By Tamara Wilhite Author of "Humanity's Edge", "Geronimo Reduex", “Natural Talent” and “Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell”, all available on amazon.com As a technical writer and a mother of two (humans), the topic of writing - and how to not starve while doing it - are constantly on my mind. Yet the tricks and tips I’ve garnered can help everyone save money - and not just on the writing and promotions thereof. E-mail darn near free. If you like to correspond with friends and family, get their e-mail addresses and save on stamps.Mailing lists via public sites like tropica.com can save the demand on your e-mail account, while allowing you to create and maintain fan listsHome made cards can mean more than sto
TANHAAI KAA SABAB ! 2008-04-01 03:33:00 Sooni sooni see Aankheinhai namin kutch kutchDil khaali saabharaa hai kutch kutchIllaM ye bhi toa haina dekhe Gulea Gulshanhai Tanhaai ka sabab yaaroya hai Dukh kutch kutchjab dekha na SukhSukh ki pehchan kaiseeEhsaas ab hone lagayahi toa hai Sukh.Sukh-Dukh yahi yaarokahlo Tanhaai issko !yahi toa hai yaaro,'Tanhaai ka Sabab' ****************^^^^^^^^^^^^^****************"Sorrow is the orderPleasure unfamiliarboth sound Samein Solitary confineSo is the NotionBeing Lonesome"
One of The Funniest Stories of My Life 2008-04-01 00:20:00 After I graduated High School, I went to Performing Arts School. This was a very big deal in the 80's because "Fame" was so popular. I even went out and bought "leg warmers". I was a pretty shy person and definitely did not have enough self-esteem to get through such a program...I was nervous as hell, and the competition there was mighty fierce. Luckily I made a few friends. One was my roommate, her name was Lisa too, so we were LB and LM, for short. Another friend and classmate was "Joe" from Texas. He drove a Duke's of Hazard car, chewed tobacco, and was funnier than hell. LM was in love with him, so she took every opportunity she could to spend time with him. Joe was very laid back, a total "good ol' boy", he had a mullet and everything. One day LM and I took a trip to the grocery and J Read more:Stories
Stinky and the Magic Carpet 2008-04-05 18:12:00 One day in the spring of 1944,a fifteen year old boy decided to steel a car.Was caught and had a choice to make.War or Prison..Finds that he is now on a light cruiser,departing Boston April 16th 1944.Headed to Panama Canal,to be in Pearl harborMay 6th 1944.The light cruiser put out to sea,on May 24th 1944.Left Pearl Harbor in her wake.They reached Majuro, in the Marshell Islandsix days later.The light cruiser headed for her destiny.Made her first contact with the enemy,down a "Betty"bomber on 10 June.Her guns had drawn there first blood of the war.It would not be her last...That boy was in battle @ the age of sixteen!!!With many battles ahead, typhoons,Kamikaze aircraft from the sky.At one point this light cruiser spent 27 days out of 30,Shelled Japanese targets ashore both day and night.A Read more:Magic
, Carpet
INTERNET EXPOSER 2008-04-05 07:36:00 I have been on yuwie since almost four and a half months and quiet an active yuwie as well.Out of curiosity A very good friend on yuwie asked me :" What brought you to Yuwie".My mind instantly traversed back to the day I was exposed to Internet.This happened due to constant coercings of a wonderful couple-my friends,doctors both at Chennai,Tamil Nadu India.This was on account of their anxiety about loosing contact with me coz' soon I was to leave for America.They advised me that I have an Email address which would prevent us from loosing contact.Now I am a regular visitor to Yuwie.So this is a Natural question coming from another wonderful friend,considering the depth in our Friendship. Obviously too because to her I dont appear like one who has an aim at an extra yuwie 10000$s a month.Fro
A Love Letter 2008-04-08 10:59:00 I wasn't looking, but I found you. We were both involved with other people when we first met and it was like fate stepped in on our behalf and had them leave us. Neither you or I could understand why they decided to let us go, but as I look back on it now I am so happy they did. Sure, it hurt at first and then it was as if they were mere stepping stones to our finding eachother.Somehow I think I must have known you'd be the one my heart needed because for the first time, I was afraid of how I felt. You had asked if you could come up the following weekend and without hesitation I had agreed: the kids would be at their dads and I really wanted to find where this was going. While waiting for you, something happened that never had with anyone else: I paced the floor; was very nervous; wondered Read more:Letter
, Love Letter
Stinky and the Magic Carpet 2008-04-07 18:32:00 One day in the spring of 1944,a fifteen year old boy decided to steal a car.Was caught and had a choice to make.War or Prison..Finds that he is now on a light cruiser,departing Boston April 16th 1944.Headed to Panama Canal,to be in Pearl harborMay 6th 1944.The light cruiser put out to sea,on May 24th 1944.Left Pearl Harbor in her wake.They reached Majuro, in the Marshell Islandsix days later.The light cruiser headed for her destiny.Made her first contact with the enemy,down a "Betty"bomber on 10 June.Her guns had drawn there first blood of the war.It would not be her last...That boy was in battle @ the age of sixteen!!!With many battles ahead, typhoons,Kamikaze aircraft from the sky.At one point this light cruiser spent 27 days out of 30,Shelled Japanese targets ashore both day and night.A Read more:Magic
, Carpet
Marks On This World 2008-04-09 13:41:00 The Day We're Born We Start To Die: It's what you do in between your begining and your end that others will remember. There are some people who are born to greatness, it's something automatic about them that without their ever realizing it, their path is predtermined. Fated. Destined. There are others who also have paths laid out for them, but they live lives of mediocracy or in worn and tattered clothes getting their meals from a soup kitchen. Some fall into good things by chance, others work very hard reaching for the American Dream. It doesn't matter who you are or what your station in life is, no matter what we think, we all leave our mark. We all have things about us worth remembering. We've all touched at least one someone and changed their life in some way. I guess what I a Read more:World
"Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell" - 30% off on Amazon 2008-04-09 10:40:00 "Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell" by Tamara Wilhite is currently 30% off on Amazon
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Raven's Reprieve 2008-04-14 00:46:00 Walking slowly towards the beach, Thundering Woman noted how large, rounded stones gradually gave way to smooth sand. The waves came skittering towards her, washing her feet with their salty essence. In the wind above, the grey clouds were slowly giving way to the soft glow of rosy, golden dawn. Stooping to touch the sand, her rough fingers caressed the glistening grains, where tIny shells dotted a broken shell line. A long shadow of her great rounded, body danced across the white and grey stones of the beach.As Thundering Woman picked a few magical, glowing shells, she put them into a small leather pouch hanging from her waist. Little bells on the fringe jingled with her movements. A few moments later small pieces of glistening mica found their way from her hands into her bag, which she p
SACRED GIFT 2008-04-14 00:46:00 The candle flickers, weakly flaming againstthe swirling shrouds of misty, murky lies.Worthy in anger, the message seeks to prove the case.Right or wrong is not the resolution sought,where grey lines dim withina river of expedient compromise.Sacred gift, this, Honor and Truth:The fabric of being is rippedin momentary lapse;faith dies.Waves of rage compound the attributes of power:Exploding shards of anger, fear, jealousyshred the soul-flesh.No avoidance is in abstraction of reality:An absent face offers no resolution.
Still 2008-04-19 14:21:00 I feel as though you are still here, but that is not true. How can it be that fate could be so cruel as to rip you away from me and our life together?Still..............I feel you in the twilight, the brush of your skin on mine, that makes my sleeping breath catch.I feel the warmth of your breath on my neck, a gentle kiss upon my lips. I feel your presence caressing my soul as you hold me in your arms.How can this be, my slumbering mind wonders.....I feel your body close to mine, ablaze with fire born from desire.I feel my body and soul respond to the memory of us, how we were, how we lovedI am not capable of resistance to this feeling as your presence rushes my body to ecstacyMy mind screams out as my body surrenders itself to you.......................still.Katha Fletcher-Willhoite
LONESOME THOUGHTS 2008-04-28 17:23:00 Great men left marks on soil they stepped, None does recognise the steadfast marks. Merchandisers disguised many A goody each. Each merchant a brand ; a brand too many. Brand owners compete fielding branded pawns Ignorants thus fielded , fight vigrous--cut throat Knoweth not branded ; nor the brand bosses do Children them are all , of the unbranded 'ONE'
No title 2008-05-01 20:08:00 The RetreatKiss me.I want to suck the breath out of your lungsand crush your hips under mine;I want to be so closeI can actually see myselfthrough your eyesand not only be in lust,but in love with what I see,and know that we haveburned a pied a terre in time,wherein only the two of us are welcome.richard david kennedy
How to get the “Search Inside” option set up on Amazon.com 2008-05-03 13:12:00 How to get the “Search
Inside” option
set up on Amazon
.com Instructions from Tamara Wilhite NOTE: The Kindle edition of this article includes detailed graphics for these same instructions. -Search-Inside-Program-Idiots/dp/B0018KICII/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1209838553&sr=8-1 Requirements: The book is listed on amazon.com for saleThe person requesting the “Search Inside” option has the legal rights and copyright to the book – i.e. the author OR the publisher. NOTE: If you’re the author, even if you have the PDF or word document version of your book, the publisher may retain the digital rights. Check your contract or check with your publisher. How to do it: 1. Go to your book’s listing on Amazon.com. Click on the “Publis
Fresh Cut Grass 2008-05-04 17:10:00 Ever notice how much better you seem to feel when you catch the scent of fresh cut grass? I was feeling pretty good already and then my husband cut the grass, so I took myself and a cup of coffee out on the side porch so I could really take it in. My day went even better afterwards.And now, sitting here at my laptop in the livingroom, with the windows and door open, I just caught the scent of fresh cut grass again. Our neighbor is mowing his lawn and I felt a smile come to my face because of it. Amazing, isn't it? A scent can make you feel better for no other reason than it's there. I remember when my gramma died, I was in mom's livingroom when all of us there noticed a strong Avon odor. Gramma always over-wore Avon perfumes. For you to understand why we'd smell Avon in mom's livin
New anthology - Tamara Wilhite contributor and editor 2008-05-06 16:16:00 The Dead City Chronicles by David Byron and Tamara Wilhite, now available via www.lulu.com after the death of the world has been with us since vampires and George Romero. A fresh and ironically funny look at how several survivors survive the end of the world as we know it."Mutant Moon", where the road to Purgatory, Texas may lead to a Heaven worse than the hell of the living dead. By David Byron and Tamara Wilhite"False Hope", when greater horrors may arise from the ashes in the form of a false hope. By Tamara Wilhite."Sniper", where the American dream has mutated along with the zombie plague. By David Byron.
where the sky is bright 2008-05-05 19:36:00 I feel you move to the dark side of time–if only I could keep you here in the light.I want to turn your pain to happinessand feel your soul move with mine.As time rewinds, I think of youmoving forward in our dreams,wanting only you and meto be as one simple and free;let the dark move on...and the light will come;I will always be here;just look for me–I am where the sky is bright...
SIMON 2008-05-07 15:39:00 Inspired by Bette’s “Fresh Cut Grass”...CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:There was something soothing about the sound of rattling dishes and pots and pans being clanged in the hollows of the kitchen; something soothing about the muffled crowd noises and the sound of whistles blowing on the television; crickets chirping by the porch and lawns being mowed in the not so far off distance; passing cars in the street and the warm, friendly conversation underpinning it all. There was something comforting about the smell of the fresh-cut grass that wafted through the air- its sweetness intermingling with the pungent aroma of mincemeat pie, left over turkey, fresh home-made cranberry sauce and those good old peanut butter cookies; something reassuring about the wind-borne harvest of brightly-colored leave
A Mind Not Her Own 2008-05-09 07:57:00 Richard kindly said his entry, 'Simon', was inspired by my previously posted 'Fresh Cut Grass'. In reading 'Simon', the post below came to mind. Grey hair, loosly pinned up; tired eyes that have seen much in the past 83 years. A face worn by weather, worry and time. Frailty in these last seasons of her life, Anna looks out the third floor window apartmant house where she has been livng with her son for the past year and a half. In her room, photographs on the walls of the life and times she lived take her back through the years, bringing smiles of happy times shared with sadness during the sorrowful ones. As she sits in the chair her Henry had made some 50 or so years ago, she wonders if today is the day he will come to visit.Though Henry has been gone over 20 years now, Anna's mind
Book signings for Tamara Wilhite this month! 2008-05-09 19:00:00 TAMARA WILHITE has TWO upcoming book signings
this May in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. She will have both her new novel "Sirat: Through the Fires of Hell" and her anthology "Humanity's Edge". When:Saturday May 10, 2008at 2:00 PM to 4:00 PM Where:Connections Bookstore2428 Forest Park Blvd.Fort Worth, Texas 76110 When:Saturday May 17, 2008at 2:00 PM to 4:00 PM Where:Lone Star Books and Comics931 Melbourne Rd.Hurst, Texas 76053 If you can't make it and want to:Order signed copies directly from the authorDo an interviewDiscuss fundraising book salesYou can reach the author, Tamara Wilhite, at sirat@wilhite.homeip.net
Heart of Stone 2008-05-12 10:30:00 His heart was coldbut she would not seethough her friendstold her to flee. She stayed thereby his sidenever believinghow often he lied. Then one dayshe took no moreand quickly ranout the door. She finally knewwhat she had seenin the endwas but a dream. Then when she sawanother one snaredby his cruel charmshe screamed "beware." But deep in h Read more:Heart
, Stone
Morning Sun' 2008-05-13 09:11:00 Morning Sun'Staff stands, radiating light outwards from centre to every point'Arms legs' folding coiling of blues' greens and yellows'Coils from the ground caress gently as sparkled living waters upwards' reflecting light' each self' outward again'Atoms of oxygen, hydrogen' methane and nitrogen' do a merry dance to coil, collide to emulse' through singing of golden rays'Tree of many branches' danc Read more:Morning
Treasure ~ Golden sunlight' 2008-05-13 08:52:00 ayaeeea' I can see for a million miles in all directions, birds fly, parots, cicadas' sing' like tiny leaves fluttering in a gentle breeze'My atom snapped my molecule melded with the matrix of the sun giver of light life conciousness and more'Dance and sing to be' all within the fold brothers and sisters, with effervecent bubbles of life'Water bubles over little brown pebbles and everything is ali Read more:Treasure
, Golden
A coat of many colours'~ 2008-05-13 08:23:00 A coat of many colours~ So as not to wander through a wilderness' all too full of sand, scorpions' rocks' searing heat' snakes of false passion's pain'Plants' found upon this desolate path' to partake of for light in darkness'To give for too succor as food' also a coat of many colours, A staff to lean upon and wield, a head as an orb of creation, A heart flowi
Just Released... 2008-05-15 12:04:00 The following works are now available for your reading pleasure...Love & Similar States Of InsanityIn his own provocative, inimitable style, Kennedy turns his attention to the convention of verse again for the first time in over three decades. Regarding no subject as inviolable, he offers up Cogitations Of Another Kind, as he thoughtfully explores and expounds on the universal themes of life a
Book signing for Tamara Wilhite THIS Saturday 2008-05-15 22:03:00 Science fiction book signing
! I will be signing BOTH “Humanity’s Edge” and “Sirat” When:Saturday
May 17, 2008at 2:00 PM to 4:00 PMWhere:Lone Star Books and Comics931 Melbourne Rd.Hurst, Texas 76053 And just out for horror lovers: "The Dead City Chronicles" now on lulu.com AND amazon.com Co-written by Tamara Wilhite and David Byron of NVH Horror Life after the death of
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