Wordsmithing: SUNDAY? WE'VE GOT TO STOP TRYING REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY

Sunday, 29 August 2010

SUNDAY? WE'VE GOT TO STOP TRYING REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY

SUNDAY

I read that if the glowing surface of the Sun was removed we would see nothing other than blackness. This is because the Sun’s outer surface shines brightly whereas the inside of the Sun is complete darkness.

So, come on who did it? Who turned the Sun inside out?

I'm going to the frozen north, the Cumbria/Yorkshire round trip. It is me' Mam's birthday.
There is a little spot between the two

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Summer Ross29 August 2010 at 15:21
what a fun story that could be trying to figure out who turned the sun inside out and how...lol
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Jemi Fraser29 August 2010 at 16:05
What a lovely picture - enjoy the trip! :)
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Jennifer Shirk31 August 2010 at 22:04
Hope you enjoyed your time! :)
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Unknown1 September 2010 at 12:59
I'M BACK!!!

Hi Summer
The sun was bringing it large, in the not-so-frozen north!

Hi Jemi
I stopped at Aysgarth to view the falls; it was very impressive for summer.

Hi Jennifer
I had a great time. Betty's Tea Room staff sang Happy Birthday to my Mum,all the patrons joined in with their best wishes, and she was a happy lil' Mom :)
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Sunday, 29 August 2010

SUNDAY? WE'VE GOT TO STOP TRYING REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY

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