[This is a stand alone story, written in response to the San Francisco Chronicle article,
"Condo left to aid S.F. homeless," 2/2/2012.]The slim blue house stood in the middle of a long row of houses, each hugging the next with no space between. The blue house saw the girl walking down the street, scuffing her unlaced shoes against the sidewalk, and
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I also love the idea of the blackout poems. When I was in college I "created" (as far as I know) something I called Fingerprint Poetry. One hand represented the vowels, and the other any five consonants of your choice. The ten letters were the only ones you could use for your words. I called it "fingerprint" poetry because I used markers to color in the fingertip pads different colors, whatever I wanted to use, so the poems were colorful too.
Yeah, I'm funny like that, LOL.
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Fingerprint poetry sounds cool! Do you have any posted anywhere? I would like to see one.
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I almost did just that, as I could have created several other blackout poems.
The only reason I posted a Fay story again is that I promised at the beginning of the competition that each post would include a Fay story. So there it is.
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