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How to Construct Gripping Fight Scenes

Good points. ~ Connie

A Writer's Path

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by Whitney Carter

Like a lot of my how to pieces here, this one came from my own developing of a fight scene. I used to be really good at writing them as a teenager. I used short, choppy and frequently fragmented sentences to develop the abrupt feel of a fight, choosing active words and keeping dialogue and description to a minimum unless the need to describe an object or wound arose.

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Reach Out And Touch Pluto

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On May 27, 2016 NASA released a “mosaic” of images detailing Pluto’s surface. Captured by LORRI, ( Long Range Reconnaissance Imager) on July 14, 2015,  23 minutes before New Horizons’ closest approach at a distance of 15,850 Km. Pluto doesn’t get much closer than this –

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Name That Hurricane

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Atlantic hurricane season starts on June 1. Prior to 1950, major hurricanes were unofficially named for city closest to landfall, officially meteorologists used longitude and latitude to identify hurricanes. In 1950 the U.S. National Hurricane Center began naming storms according to phonetic alphabet. The first hurricane was always “Able”, second “Baker”, third “Charlie” and so on. In 1953 an overhaul stemming from need to avoid repetitive use of names, resulted in female hurricanes. Another revision in 1979 spawned the practice of alternating female and male storms.

Storms are “named” when they display “circular rotation” with wind speeds of 39 miles per hour.They maintain named tropical storm status until winds reach 79 miles per hour. Above 79 mph, tropical storms keep their name with new designation of hurricane.

Today, an international committee of the World Meteorological Organization rotates six name lists over six years – named storms repeat every 6 years…

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The obscure word of the week is tierced

Matthew Wright

look_it_up_T httpwww.clipartpal.comclipart_pdeducationdictionary_10586.htmlThere are over a million individual words in English. Most of them are quite obscure and deserve better attention than they get. This week’s is tierced.

It’s from from heraldry, meaning something divided into three equal parts with different colours (‘tinctures’), thought to be of eighteenth century origin.

Your challenge? Write a sentence (or two) in the comments using this word.

Copyright © Matthew Wright 2016

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Faith Filled Friday: A Glimpse of Heaven

A Glimpse of Heaven
by Connie Terpack

The light in the room dimmed. I looked at the window to see if dark storm clouds had suddenly rolled in blocking the sunlight. A cheery bright light shone through the window.
When I looked back into the room I noticed it was filled with a warm burnished golden glow. Glancing quickly back to the window showed no change in the warm yellow afternoon sun.
My living room felt unusually peaceful. The soft glow was welcoming and I felt safe.
Suddenly a bright vertical beam of light caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head for a better look. Everything around the beam of light faded into darkness.
The brilliant white light was coming through a narrow space that looked simply like a door ajar, open only about four inches. In spite of its brilliance it was easy to look at.
Spellbound, I watched and waited for what would happen next. There was nothing to fear and I remained perfectly calm.
It did seem strange that I felt no fear nor anxiety. I felt surrounded by a sense of holiness. There was no music, angels singing, or a booming voice from God. No one came through the door. Nothing disturbed the beam of light. I was surrounded by such overwhelming love, sheer joy, and profound peace that it left me breathless and in awe.
Instantly, everything was gone and the room returned to normal. It could not have lasted more than ten seconds, but the feelings lingered.
I inhaled deeply, hoping to keep the glorious joy and love with me for a long time. The awesomeness faded slowly as I spent a few minutes praising God and thanking Him for all the beautiful feelings.
My words are pitiful to describe the strength, glory and awe of what I felt. The Bible tells us what heaven physically looks like, but after this, there are no human words to describe the awe and wonder.
Hours later I began to have doubts. Was this a trick of the devil? Had I fallen asleep? Had it all been a dream? Did I have a seizure?
I prayed about it over the next few days. The niggling doubt, which I tried hard to keep away, did not keep me from remembering the strong emotions. That much joy had to come from heaven. I’ve had many joyous occasions over my lifetime, but they were nothing compared to what I felt then.
God must have decided I needed another glimpse. A couple days later everything repeated, but for a much shorter time and with less intensity.
No doubt now. That is how it will feel in heaven! Wow! I knew it was going to be great, but this is beyond anything I anticipated. My words are inadequate to describe it.

The above is going into one of my stories. I keep a folder for ideas like this so that I won’t forget them. It might work well in A Pinch of Sweetness, Slice of Murder. That novel is based loosely on my days working in a nursing home.
Not so strangely, this image helped me cope with Miss Dannie’s passing even though it happened several weeks before her death. I know she’s in heaven having a grand time. There’s no reason to cry or worry that heaven isn’t real.

General George Kenney

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George Kenney was born in 1889 to American parents, but he was brought into the world in Nova Scotia, Canada after his family decided to take a summer trip up north to avoid the heat of Boston. Growing up in Massachusetts as the oldest of three younger siblings, Kenney succeeded through school flawlessly.

Eventually, he found himself attending college at the Massachusetts’ Institute of Technology (MIT), a very highly-regarded Ivy League school for some of the country’s brightest students. Aiming to pursue a career in civil engineering, he was well on his way to something great, even from a young age.

However, the beginning of World War I would throw his life into a tailspin again, setting him on an entirely different course – this one taking place high up in the sky.

Once the US entered WWI in April 1917, Kenney found himself ready to become a part…

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Christian Mihal’s post

I thought I’d share this just in case any of my friends want to help a fellow blogger. I don’t know much about him other than what I read on his posts. Earning a living by blogging doesn’t seem like the easiest way. He’s got several books published, but that doesn’t guarantee a decent income.

Cristian Mihai

Today I want to write about hope. I want to write about what I consider to be man’s greatest strength and greatest weakness.

Hope. They say that only hope can prove to be stronger than fear. I agree. Hope gives us the strength to endure the unbearable, to struggle against the impossible, to deny defeat. Hope allows us to find clarity and faith and courage when there’s only darkness.

Believe it or not, without hope… there is only darkness. Because even if you lost everything, if you still have hope, not everything’s lost. But lose hope, and everything’s lost.

I want to thank Wayne, Ken, Carla, and everyone else for their donations. It truly means a lot to me, and… I really want to thank you. That’s it. I’ve struggled with these issues for so long… it becomes unbearable at a certain point.

I have some sort of calcium deficiency…

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