Tag: writing
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Off The Ball…
By Emmanuel Williams I can see the ball spinning. The lift as it fights air pressure and gravity. It’s above everyone’s head. It’s taking forever! Swish. That’s what I’m talking about! I sink another five minutes later, and suddenly they’re passing it to me more than anyone. I make one, two, three, the fourth one’s…
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MY DENVER BRONCOS
By Emmanuel Williams I grew up next to the Mile High Stadium, as it was known in my 90’s youth. The earliest memory I have of my Denver Broncos is a close up shot of John Elway in dark navy blue jersey, pads, chin strap, and… the yellowest teeth I’ve ever seen on TV. I…
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I Wait For… (Lament)
By Emmanuel Williams I wait for… I wait for the moment I can hit my pillow Bury my face, and know no sorrow I wait for love I wait to cry I wait to sleep I wait for lovers For enemies For friends who belong to me I wait for drink I wait for party…
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Bringing Sports Reporting and Opinion to Stick Fist!
By Emmanuel Williams For a good while this blog and my attempts to upload my thoughts, creative ideas, and opinions had mixed with bursts of reporting. Today I feel like making more arguments and pursuing current events that are relevant and ongoing sources of information to report on. I’m happy to report that I always…
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The White Angel Concern
By Emmanuel Williams Today’s commute was breeding grounds for a personal essay. From the young couple who’s boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands from her lower body, to the strange double date I saw. All of whom took both of my trains into Denver today, forcing me to find distance from them but never completely succeeding.…
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The True Beast
By Emmanuel Williams The snow fell soft and thick. Boots found the powder softly and sound escaped no one as the four immortals prowled the white forest throbbing with thirst. Spear, Reed, Crux, and Raven were the forest hunting party for the Brotherhood of Rogan, an obscure clan of vampires, outcast after a failed rebellion…
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Samantha Crossbow: The Invincible Woman, PART 1
By Emmanuel Williams I don’t get hurt. I don’t get wounded. I bleed, of course, but nobody gets that pleasure. Ever. In kindergarten I knew this kid who was going out with this boy. My very peers sporting hickies and smacking each other’s asses beneath the slide in the sandbox and ruining playtime for everyone. …
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Defining Character: The Heroine
By Emmanuel Williams The first of hopefully many, let’s begin our stream of consciousness experiment intended to bring about far more pantsing than plotting. Because plotting has begun to feel like writer’s block as the structure templates have become too numerous to control, or perhaps even trust. Let’s start with a well known, yet typically…
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How I’m Using Google Gemini (AI)
By Emmanuel Williams Contextually speaking, I simply wanted to know where I could take the most reliable IQ test in the world and what it would cost. What happened during the chat is a microcosm of how I interact with my preferred AI source, Google Gemini. I legitimately believe the resulting conversation is worth provoking…
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Peace Revisited
By Emmanuel Williams My sister wants peace back in her home. I get it, I was gone for 3 weeks and she found that peace. Now that I’m back she feels like I will threaten that. I assure you, my other sister who pays no rent in the basement is a bigger threat to that…
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The Pizza Party…
By Emmanuel Williams Emmanuel loves his elementary school. It has the best teachers, and the best lessons, and the best attractive latina girls. Oh boy. What a fucking riot. There’s Anjelica, which you pronounce with an h instead of a j and adds to her allure. He’s gonna write her the best date request/love letter…
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A Word From Sir Cupid
By Emmanuel Williams The world is at it’s end And I have put you there I’m the last you would ask And the first you would pass But you see I hold the key I am the matchmaker The craftteacher You morons, I am Cupid Love after love I give you the above Your man,…
