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When I write, I draw on my experiences as a woman with a painful past, a rapturous wife and mother, a world traveler, and a spiritualist. For me, writing is an art form. Like an artist, the work becomes more than I imagined it would be. When I set out to write a story with a particular idea or character in mind, words I cannot claim as my own flow from a magical and mysterious place through me and onto paper. The work takes on a life of its own; it is living art. The process fascinates me, satiates me, and makes my life more meaningful. Please read my stories! If you would like to offer me feedback on my work, please click here and sign up for a free membership: https://heftynicki.Writing.com I hope to see you there!
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#722752 added April 21, 2011 at 7:57am
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'R' is for...?
Today's 'R' prompt word is depicted by a character in the excerpt below. See if you can guess what emotion I've described that begins with 'R'. Can't wait to read your comments!

Here goes:


From his sprawled position on the ground, Hamilton grinned as the referee raise the yellow card in the air. But when he pointed down at Hamilton, his face contorted. “You’re calling foul on me?” he roared at the ref. “Number Four tripped ME!”

He sprang to his feet, his cleats leaving scars in the grassy turf. He strode to the referee who faced the scorekeeping table on the sideline. Into the ref’s right ear, he shouted, “What kind of call is this, hey? I think you need glasses, chief. You can’t see right!” Spittle landed on the referee’s sideburn.

The ref looked him in the face, warned him to settle down. Hamilton fired one more insult.

“Their shit team put you on their goddamn payroll before the match?” He turned to walk back to his position, but the ref was right on his heels. Over his shoulder, Hamilton saw the flash of the red card. Lava churned in his gut and he stamped his foot, releasing a tirade too foul to reprint here.


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What emotion do you think I've described here? Won't you leave your guess in the comments? I love hearing from you!

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