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     Name: Stan HullinskiEmail: 
     Scribble: I am a new visitor and reader of your ezine. I have also taken the time to visit your magazines archives and I must say I really enjoy reading your publication. I feel more people should become aware of your online magazine but the sad truth is people do not know it is available for their enjoyment. I have particularly enjoyed reading the stories that have been submitted by such talented writers. Keep them coming with the utmost appreciation.
     Name: Shannon WadfordEmail: 
     Scribble: Grandma Adair. I loved BOTH issues#comma# June and July#apos#s. This ezine has some of the best authors and columnists! Love you lots! 07/01/2006
     Name: Greg HEmail: 
     Scribble: I must confess to some frustration at finding the August #apos#05 Point of View without a Reader Comment block. I#apos#m becoming increasingly disturbed by suggestions that we should draw general conclusions about Moslems based upon the actions of those extremists and terrorists who label themselves as such. This would be much the same as drawing general conclusions about Christians based upon the beliefs and actions of extremist groups such as the Church of Jesus Christ Christian#comma# Aryan Nations#comma# etc#comma# who label themselves as Christian. There#apos#s very real danger in not keeping a tight clear focus on exactly who and what the enemy is#comma# and in not proclaiming clearly and frequently who the enemy ISN#apos#T. Please note this comment IS NOT intended as a criticism of the author#comma# whose commentaries I find both lucid and throught provoking.
     Name: DebiEmail:
     Scribble: If things are too hard to lift your head and rejoice#comma# bow it and seek the manufacturer.
     Name: Kathy BriceEmail: kathy
     Scribble: You#apos#ve done it again#comma# Mom!!! What a great issue.
     Name: Bud LemireEmail:
     Scribble: Mary#comma# I too want to thank you for posting my poetry here for the world to see. I appreciate all the postings and am honored to be a part of it. Thanks. ~Bud~
     Name: SusanDEmail:
     Scribble: Just a quick note to thank Mary particularly and all of you for your wonderful comments on my photograph, 'Imagination.' This is a wonderful website and a great vehicle for writers!
     Name: Ronald Kevin Dean JrEmail:
     Scribble: I just would like to ask that someone please read my entries, I have never got feedback or Adivce Etc. from anyone and just would like to see hear some opinions. Thansks Everyone,
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: Good for you, Ms Bailey! We are happy to publish your writings! It is not so very long ago that we received comments from the "Popular" magazines because we were mere females not male writers... and we are not likely to forget those words. For Dr. Sam Vaknin, it's a shame you prefer no comments because I would like to complement your series of info on the Christian/Islamic history that you have in the last few months added to our knowledge. Thanks
     Name: Noreene M.BaileyEmail:
     Scribble: Yesterday another author told me not to give my work away publishing on free e zines and lit mags. Well writing for me is more then just a job and a pay check. It is the opportunity to share the wonderful musings of my mind. If all my writing were for money im not sure that what I wrote would be that wonderful to publish! I am content to share some of my prose while working on other payed writing projects as well. Having a venue to be heard makes for a very happy writer.
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: REQUESTED: Mary, I'm looking for a copy of "Home is the Hero" (a film based on one of Walter Macken's works). It was shot in Ardmore Studios, with the Abbey Theatre Company, in 1959. Is there any chance you might fit in my request on the site somewhere? Mattie. If you can help Mattie Lennon with this, please email him by clicking his byline on his column "Irish Eyes" or email us using the contact button on the sidebar.
     Name: SheilaKeithEmail:
     Scribble: I appreciate the time and hard work the web master has done here. With out pencil stubs I would of not been able to have my dream come true. I am able to show my words to the world thanks to you guys HUG I hope my poetry and others will make a difference in this world and help others to keep going and have faith in there self's.
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: Thanks for the compliment, Sheila, but remember, none of this site would be available were it not for my co-founder Mike who is the webmaster here. So let me pass on your appreciation to him, and add my own for all that he does to keep us looking good!!! Bravo! Mike
     Name: SheilaKeithEmail: aheila268
     Scribble: Thank you for making such a beautiful site LEGS HUG Th3 poems and storys are great!!
     Name: BruceCliffordEmail:
     Scribble: I write for the world as there is so much music in my soul....
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: Public thank you to all our wonderful poets who continue to submit their compositions for this ezine. We truly are grateful for your talents being shared with so many via our publication. Just wanted to say that this Thanksgiving season!!!
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: Lisa Beamer on Good Morning America - If you remember, she's the wife of Todd Beamer who said 'Let's Roll!' and helped take down the plane that was heading for Washington D. C. She said it's the little things that she misses most about Todd, such as hearing the garage door open as he came home, and her children running to meet him. She's now the Mom of a beautiful little girl, Mary. Lisa recalled this story: I had a very special teacher in high school many years ago whose husband died suddenly of a heart attack. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she moved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and sat down there. With a gentle look of reflection on her face, she paused and said, "Class is over, I would like to share with all of you, a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important. Each of us is put here on earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end. It can be taken away at any moment. Perhaps this is the powers way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day. Her eyes, beginning to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see, it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches one autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the "stuff" of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at can all be taken away. The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
     Name: TreshaDawsonEmail:
     Scribble: The Divine Light of love withthin you is the power of Strength as your shield.
     Name: Cayce B.SheltonEmail:
     Scribble: Writing "the Sighting" was a labor that I had never achieved before. Now that Pencilstubs has so graciously published it here in serial form, I can see that my labors have been fruitful. I hope every reader gets the enjoyment and excitment from the story as much as I do every time I read it., thanks, cayce
     Name: BethHarrisEmail:
     Scribble: "The Divine Voice is not always expressed in words.It is made known as heart-conciousness." 'Two Listeners, God Calling' AJ Russell
     Name: SpectreEmail:
     Scribble: I used to be eccentric. But it was too much work. Now I prefer crazy. *glazed look*
     Name: DarkbladeEmail:
     Scribble:  I'm not crazy! I'm eccentric! *twitch*
     Name: KrisEmail:
     Scribble: RE: Stem cell research. Perhaps some of the resistance to stem cell research could be alleviated if it were noted on ones drivers license that they wished to donate stem cells as well as organs? Just a thought.
     Name: DebiCranerEmail:
     Scribble: Ever wish you could have everything you love?!?! Try loving everything you have first. . .and the rest, well, the work is done.
     Name: SusanGloverEmail:
     Scribble: Try visiting There is a lot of good information on the site. An easy way to help is to donate stem cells for research. Beyond that, money is the only way to support the research, and my purpose was to alert people to the subject, not ask for donations.
     Name: Michael L.CranerEmail:
     Scribble: I for one am NOT against stem cell research, so long as it is being handled correctly. Especially since I believe it is/will be done regardless, it should be legal and monitored. The potiential benefits are practically unlimited. What can we do to help?
     Name: SusanGloverEmail:
     Scribble: You know what? I'm only fifteen. I have my entire life ahead of me, except that I'm diabetic, and the one thing that has even come close to providing a cure to my disease is considered unethical and immoral. I've listened to the arguments against it; stem cell research uses discarded fetuses, fetuses that no one wants, in its experiments. I don't feel like dying in twenty years from my disease. I don't feel like losing an arm, or a leg, or going blind. Doesn't that count for anything?
     Name: ConnieEmail:
     Scribble: The Breast Cancer Stamp is a wonderful way to contribute to the fight. I have been purchasing them for sometime now. Thanks for passing the word!
     Name: Mary E.AdairEmail:
     Scribble: BREAST CANCER STAMP We need those of you who are great at forwarding on info with your e-mail network. Please read and pass on. Peace and good health. It would be wonderful if 2002 were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!! This is one note I'll gladly pass on. The notion that we could raise $16 million by buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be aware, the US Postal Service recently released its new "Fund the Cure" stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda, Maryland. It is important that we take a stand against this disease that kills and maims so many of our mothers, sisters, friends. Instead of the normal $.34 (thirty-four cents) for each stamp, this one costs $.40 (forty cents). The additional $.06 (six cents per stamp) will go to breast cancer research. A "normal" book costs $6.80 for twenty stamps. This one is only $8.00. It takes a few minutes in line at the Post Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it will raise an additional $16,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important as the money is our support. What a statement it would make if the stamp outsold the lottery this week. What a statement it would make that we care. I urge you to do two things TODAY: 1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps. 2. E-mail your friends to do the same. Many of us know women and their families whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer. It takes so little to do so much in this drive. We can all afford the $1.20.
     Name: Paul JosephLeademEmail:
     Scribble: Random Quote: "Genius without education is like silver in the mine." -- Benjamin Franklin Thanks for the quote Mike. I have sent it to my children, one of whom is a genius.
     Name: TerryFinleyEmail:
     Scribble: Thanks for helping me scratch my itch to write. If I'm not careful, it might turn into poison ivy. The more I scratch, the more the drive to write itches.
     Name: Robert R. BeatyEmail:
     Scribble: Dear friends of PSO. Mike was kind enough to post my article even though I was late. It's title is "The Ides of March". It reveals a very special event in my Life.
     Name: rebecca morrisEmail:
     Scribble: Some wonderful writings this month!! Enjoyed my reading time!! thanks Pencil Stubs for giving us a home!!!!!!!!!!
     Name: Ronald Kevin Dean JrEmail: CandCds9@cs,com
     Scribble: If you trust someone as much as i did and somthing goes wrong, you will never be the saem, But from some sort of miracle i was able to hise the pain and show it in the form of a writing, You can read it in the March 2 issue, "What must now End"
     Name: Henry L.BuncchEmail:
     Scribble: Health and wealth are sometimes indicators in a persons'life. Health is indicaive of their attitudes and perceptions. Wealth personifies, discipline. What is your attitude and perception of God? Henry Bunch
     Name: Mary - Editor of Pencil Stubs OnlineEmail:
     Scribble: Announcing an addition to "A Novel Idea" with a review and other info on "CREMATORIUM" by Dave Schleicher aka SWC chatter "Caleb."
     Name: guitaristEmail:
     Scribble: Would those of you who have it in their hearts to do this, do me a great favor? The chief rabbis of Israel and the USA have called all Jews to fasting and prayer this coming Wednesday, the 13th. I am telling my friends. Jewish and non-Jewish; anything you can do to contribute (prayer and fasting-wise) to this would be most appreciated. Thank you in advance.
     Name: SusaEmail:
     Scribble: Crave the beautiful, those of you who write. Art is the secret to everlasting life, and those who make it the marrow of their bones have the best chance at remaining unscarred by life.
     Name: Email: 
     Scribble: pbobby types teribly
     Name: pbobbyEmail:
     Scribble: Chrystal writes delightful posetry
     Name: ElizabethEmail: 
     Scribble: Compliments to the doctor...Sam Vaknin, who tells it like it is...gangrene indeed! Would that all who have cheating partners could read this article in March 2002. Why no comment section with it???
     Name: Dust if you MustEmail: Author Unknown
     Scribble: Subject: Dust if you must. Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 13:45:37 EST Dust if you must. But wouldn't it be better to paint a picture, or write a letter, bake a cake, or plant a seed. Ponder the difference between want and need. Dust if you must. But there is not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb! Music to hear, and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead. Dust if you must. But the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come round again. Dust if you must. But bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go, and go you must, you, yourself, will make more dust. Remember, a house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture.
     Name: The EditorEmail:
     Scribble: Received this email: A doctor tells it like it is I was just reading Yahoo news and the San Antonio Express newspaper. You know what upsets me? People with absolutely nothing to do with their lives, so they complain on how the U.S. is treating the prisoners or "Detainees" from Afghanistan. Do you know why they are complaining? They see a picture on the news or the internet and they see someone who is shackled and blindfolded and walking with two armed guards behind razor wire. This picture tells them they are treated unfairly. Here is what I see.... I see a thin, sickly looking person who under severe mental duress from being bombed, was cleaned up, given a haircut to prevent infestation of parasites, and given new clothes and shoes to wear. I see a person who is given three nutrious meals per day and a bed to sleep in in a tropical climate, not the cold desert floor of Afghanistan, eating worms, bugs, and goat. I see a person who will be able to get relief from their pains and illnesses without paying a dime for medical expenses. They will get rest, educated, and their mental stress levels will have dropped tremendously because they were taken out of a combat area and will not be shot at again. I see these people blindfolded and shackled behind razor wire. I have the intellectual ability to understand why they are this way. For those that do not have this ability, let me explain it to you. They are blindfolded to protect OUR U.S. SOLDIERS from further harm. These people can not plan to destroy something if they can not see it. They are shackled because these same people have proven they will easily give up their lives to kill just ONE AMERICAN. We are protecting their life as well as our own. The razor wire is a mental deterrant, just like the little alarm company warning signs most of you out there have on your home, but don't have the actual alarm system. You would think many times over before actually trying to cross that razor wire. For all of you people out there thinking how bad these poor detainees have it under such strict guard, you need to do a lot more thinking about other things in your life. I was born on September 11th, 1966, and every birthday I have from now on will never be a happy one. Why, do you ask? Because as I am out somewhere trying to have a nice dinner, someone will have a candle or a ribbon or something, crying about the anniversary of a national tragedy. And then I will think, about how insignificant my one little birthday actually is compared to everything else that had happened on that one day. It boggles my mind that there are actually people out there in this world, in leadership positions, head of companies that actually think that we are doing something wrong when it comes to protecting our nation and our people. These same people will be the first ones to complain about something that happens to them when they are vacationing outside this country. They will ask why the U.S. does not do anything about their misfortune. These are the same people that complain about taxes and how bad their lives actually are. I am not afraid or ashamed to speak my peace. I am an American, my father fought for this country, and was willing to die for it. Dr. Steven Tomaselli Uvalde, Texas United States of America
     Name: KatherineEmail:
     Scribble: to see what you have written so as to tempt my mind to your inquisitive soul. I wonder as I place my pen to the wall what words will be spoken outside in the hall of dreams, memories and imaginations, for thought is forthought, and forthright are the words deemed, all chosen in the affirmative light, the light that grows lighter as words fall from my lips and succumb to the ideas I had no, "Write" in asking............... and I ask you to join me in pen, to add to these classics again, I wonder where the words came from again as I slip my pen into action again, and reply, words are borrowed from the sands of time.
     Name: pbobbyEmail:
     Scribble: Just ran accross an old Hasidic tale which I love. "The King visited a prison and conversed with the prisoners. Each asserted his innocence, except one who confessed to theft. "Throw this scoundrel out" said the king, "He will corrupt the innocents!"
     Name: Robert SEmail:
     Scribble: Wow! My first submission ever to PencilStubs ended up in the e-zine! My first published story ever. Thank you guys.
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail:
     Scribble: Just wanted to say that once again the Feb. issue is great! For some reason my comments want go I just wanted to say how I have enjoyed again all my favorite writes !! ..and happy birthday to cassandra !
     Name: Mary E. Adair/Editor of Pencil StubsEmail:
     Scribble: Announcing: getting the February 2002 issue ready on borrowed pc, because mine crashed... so, if you sent in poetry or stories for possible publication between Dec 7, 2001 and Jan 17, 2002, please resubmit via the submit button on the sidebar. Also, I was holding some to edit, but have lost those. So if what you sent wasn't in the Dec issue, you can resubmit. Thank you to all the authors.
     Name: Simply JAYEmail:
     Scribble: and many uplifting poems.... some don't sound that way at first... but (tooting my own horn, sorry) look in my profile... read Suthern Rain..then close your eyes and watch the scene again...then one more time... if you don't smile after that then your face must be broke ;)... if you find a poet that interest you click on their name and look deeper... this page is so full of love as well...
     Name: ElizabethEmail: 
     Scribble: The January 2002 issue is really interesting, though a lot of the poems seem very sad. Here's a hug for Bruce Clifford and for Susie. HUGS I laughed at the Christmas in Colorado cause it sounds just like home.
     Name: trashEmail: 
     Scribble: Simple Abundance thats what they say ,keep from abundance
     Name: MikeEmail:
     Scribble: Ok, got this one via email too, but just couldn't resist sharing: Lessons hard learned To be ten again. A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday. "I'd love to be ten again," she replied. On the morning of her birthday, he got her up bright and early and off they went to a local theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Screaming Loop, the Wall of Fear - everything there was! Wow! Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park, her head reeling and her stomach upside down. Right to a McDonald's they went, where her husband ordered her a Big Mac along with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake. Then it was off to a movie - the latest Star Wars epic, and hot-dogs, popcorn, Pepsi Cola and M&Ms. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed. He leaned over and lovingly asked, "Well, dear, what was it like being ten again?" One eye opened. "You idiot, I meant my dress size." The moral of this story: Whatever a Woman says she wants, she meant something else.
     Name: Velocity/Spirit at HeartEmail:
     Scribble: As I am leaving my beautiful Connecticut shore for the first explore new options. This beautiful quote from Garth Brooks will help me to remember it always..... "So don't you sit upon the shoreline....and say you're satisfied- Choose to chance the rapids, and dare to dance the tide" Good bye Middle Beach Road I will remember your tide rushing over your face, and the hurricanes, can never replace the face of your character, and the salt can never change the heart of your desires....nor mine. copyrighted2001 KDM
     Name: Velocity/Spirit at HeartEmail:
     Scribble: went to the spiritweb was no one in the room........i lingered as i wandered throught every single room.......'lo i said to everyone in every single room i read the silent greetings of the those who had gone to bed.......oh so quietly as to not disturb not to leave any pages there...unstrewn, tho i left messages in every single room..
     Name: Velocity and Spirit of the HeartEmail:
     Scribble: Those present are not oft listening.................. those listening are not always think? The quest of the silent rushes through the wind of the sacred...and......awakens from the deep.......the lives of the learned and aline themselves with the traveled and the rested.....ah but the wind whips up upon the path of life so still an emerging force,where lives are gently dispaced off there axis and are wisked into pathos........
     Name: Spirit at HeartEmail:
     Scribble: I have reached this wall this snow laden night,my second attempt to hit it write.....was over at another site feeling kind of sad,feeling left out and kind of bad. i am sick of the darkness i see there, i won't be back cause i just don't care to............heaven only knows where is my where to......wandering through this winter air. I am forgotten............... lord of all they don't need me...i will make it on my own the road is long and the journey short, and my trip is a spiritual wandering jewel.
     Name: MikeEmail:
     Scribble: Thanks to Mary for sending this around on Email, I wanted to share it with our readers, but since the December issue has already been released, we'll put up on the wall. It's long, but worth it. SANTA CLAUS - 'The Spirit of Christmas' I remember my first Christmas party with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her famous cinnamon buns. Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's. I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobbie Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobbie Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollarbill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobbie Decker a coat. I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, "I replied shyly. "It's ... for Bobbie." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas. That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, and write, "To Bobbie, From Santa Claus" on it -- Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobbie Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus", she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie. Forty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my grandma, in Bobbie Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
     Name: pbobbyEmail:
     Scribble: Dear Elizabeth, Thanks for your kind comment re "The Sacred" Series. I am so glad it helped you to review what all is sacred in your life. Thanks Again, pbobby
     Name: pbobbyEmail:
     Scribble: For all of us who seek the truth, we can give thanks to God. and trust Him to see us through all life's times (Good & Bad) until we finally learn the Absolute Truth. What a victorious way to spend our Eternity!!
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail: 
     Scribble: I would like to wish all at Pencil Stubs a happy and peaceful Christmas this year. I would like to think mary for her fine work in making mine read better, and Mike for all his work in getting us online. To all the writers that give me hours of good reading. Meery Christmas!!! "My Brother Jake" was a very moving and loving story from a brothers heart." It made me stop and remember my childhood and some of the things we did. Thanks!
     Name: pamelaEmail:
     Scribble: Wishing you moments of magic Mary. Life is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of moments Some beautiful and tender,Some serious,Some silly, Some filled with laughter and the wonder of good friends like you... May you discover magical moments that touch your spirit and shine in the beautiful colors of dreams come true. love pam
     Name: pamelaEmail:
     Scribble: Thankyou Mary for giveing me this site address it is very nice, and thankyou for being my friend
     Name: lauraEmail:
     Scribble: Thoughts are the Whispers of your Soul ; They are the truths of your own being :)
     Name: CassandraEmail:
     Scribble: It's happening again. The comments hit in areas that I had not even thought of. How very interesting. Thanks to each one who commented and welcome to others who think differently and want to point out their views. And thanks for the Wall, Mike, so we can express ourselves impartially here and also let others know what is happening all over pencilstubs. a great ezine.
     Name: JuanitaEmail:
     Scribble: If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.
     Name: ConnieEmail:
     Scribble: JUANITA!!!! Hey there! Yeah, having a b-day on 9/10 wasn't too fabulous this year. But I am grateful I had one (All my presents went to the Animal Shelter this year...) and will continue to have them...Hope all is well with you!!
     Name: Cayce B. SheltonEmail: 
     Scribble: I want to express my pleasure and gratitude to all who have read my stories and enjoyed them. And especially to those who have commented on them and recommended them to their friends. I take a lot of pleasure in writing and more so in seeing the joy in the reading. Thank you now and look out for tomorrow.
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail: 
     Scribble: Just wanted to say that this months issue has been the best yet!! It took me three trips in to read all, wonderfull. Thanks to all!!!
     Name: crocEmail:
     Scribble: I am one person...a unique minute aspect of a Whole. I am not my family. I am not you and I am not that stranger that passes briefly by...and yet I am. I am me and I am a part of the Source and one component that makes up the Whole. When you feel pain, so do I. When you are happy, so am I. When I feel alone, then I know that you are feeling alone to. So I will laugh and find joy in this time of sadness and strife, then you will also feel that joy. You are me and I am you. I am the terror in your heart. From now on I will hold terror no more, so that you might also enjoy the blessing of peace. I smile for you.
     Name: MikeEmail: 
     Scribble: The fact is that it is human nature to do evil upon another, and human nature to be apalled by it. What seperates the two are those willing to get in the middle, and make that seperation...
     Name: TwinkleEmail:
     Scribble: Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first, the lesson afterwards. Try to pass the test.
     Name: Email: 
     Scribble: Be Encouraged...God Knows When you are tired and discouraged from fruitless efforts... God knows how hard you have tried. When you've cried so long and your heart is in anguish... God has counted your tears. If you feel that your life is on hold and time has passed you by... God is waiting with you. When you're lonely and your friends are too busy even for a phone call... God is by your side. When you think you've tried everything and don't know where to turn... God has a solution. When nothing makes sense and you are confused or frustrated... God has the answer. If suddenly your outlook is brighter and you find traces of hope... God has whispered to you. When things are going well and you have much to be thankful for... God has Blessed you. When something joyful happens and you are filled with awe... God has smiled upon you. When you have a purpose to fulfill and a dream to follow... God has opened your eyes and called you by name. Remember that wherever you are or whatever you are or whatever you are facing... GOD KNOWS. --- Author Unknown
     Name: JuanitaEmail:
     Scribble: ...and happy belated birthday to you, too, Connie! Really did intend to send you an e-card, but yours was just too close to the 11th. I enjoy your columns. Keep it up.
     Name: Connie AnastEmail:
     Scribble: HEY MIKE: Happy Belated 30th!! (Just remember, no matter how old you get, I'll always be younger...heh heh heh..) Miss you. Hope all is well.
     Name: CassandraEmail:
     Scribble: I just wanted to let you all know that the comments on my column are better than my column. So any of you who want to might take a look at them. They are outstanding!! They touch your heart and make you feel exalted at same time. I am so happy Mary and Mike put in the comment space. Thanks to all of you for your comments.
     Name: cayceEmail:
     Scribble: I gotta say that I really like the poem 'Ode to a friend' by Joan DeMott. Very apropo.
     Name: ElizabethEmail: 
     Scribble: Since there is not a comment section on Taming the Beast column, I will say here and now, that the "suicides" of the terrorists who acted in concert hijacking the planes and aiming them as weapons toward icons of Freedom, and as some say, of Capitalism, ... WAS out and out murder of thousands of people, and thus should not be referred to as "suicides" at all. They used themselves as the trigger on the weapons, the planes and passengers and crews thereon, to deliberately anihilate as many people and as much property as possible. I think the fire that killed the terrorists is only the beginning of the fire of Hell for them....though many think Hell is a fable and doesn't exist, I sure do hope that it does for terrorists !!!
     Name: CassandraEmail:
     Scribble: I want to thank you, Rebecca, for the comment you left. I really appreciated it and am so happy that you read my column every month. I think if you read my comment to Mike in his column that it will lighten my column a little. (((HUGS)))
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail:
     Scribble: Thank you Mike for the special page " Attack on America!", God bless America...We love you New York !>
     Name: Tom StokesEmail:
     Scribble: A recipe for the terrorist: 1. Nuke them and their country until they glow. 2. Then use them for a night target. 3. Repeat as needed.
     Name: CassandraEmail:
     Scribble: Thanks to all of you that read my column. I always feel so honored to hear all those wonderful comments. I truly never expected to find so many kindred spirits.
     Name: LynneEmail:
     Scribble: I would just like to say thankyou to all the people that read my story. My Life Story which was in the August Issue and again in the September Issue.
     Name: SydneyEmail:
     Scribble: Fantasy loves...fantasy hates, time warped imaginings, footsteps in the brain, tick tock goes the clock and the nerves are jangled and shot. Stop stop! this is my exit, let my mind unwind. Soft murmurings, noisy children, traffic, music that isn't....and I sit quietly at the wall, reading, not having to think, just to rest my mind with no thoughts of my own..I borrow yours...that's alright isn't it? Never mind my dronings, it's not me but the wind from the overworked turbines of the brain that won't quit turning....blowing me further from reality into fantasy..fantasy..fantasy.
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail:
     Scribble: This month "Sister" is such a wonderful and heart felt story..its a must read!!!
     Name: Mary AnnEmail:
     Scribble: To all the WONDERFUL writers in the August Issue....GREAT JOB!!!! I enjoyed reading all your works and look forward to more in the future!
     Name: ElizabethEmail: 
     Scribble: Compliments to Jesse Anthony on his great poems.. especelly the comic book hero one. Neat
     Name: Rebecca MorrisEmail:
     Scribble: Would like to take this time to thank all the comments made to my Ollie Dare Adventure Series, I was very pleased and humbled. I would also like to say that reading the "Consider This" by LC was very uplifting, and funny. Thank You!
     Name: CassandraEmail:
     Scribble: I want to thank everyone for all the comments on my July column. I really appreciated them. Thank you!!! Please keep on reading them. *G*
     Name: George CarmonaEmail: george
     Scribble: Know what to do with a parking ticket? Put it on the car next to you. Nobody reads the blasted things, they just pay them!
     Name: crocEmail: 
     Scribble: I came and I saw...what an inspiring site to offer to all aspiring writers today. Congratulations!
     Name: Brett KershawEmail:
     Scribble: -SNOW AND WATER- Of all the men and Women I know, few can sustain their title, though, I have know few who did not budge, as pure and white as the stagnent snow. And like snow they are each unique, yet their common link is what they seek, to fall unpainfully upon this earth, content to be as what others perceive. The need for snow stems often for the need to escape this oft cruel world. Like a schoolboys yearning for snow on Monday morn, I've sought to avoid pain, but I'm getting bored. So yes I've been a lighter shade to avoid the pain I know I've made; Now again I yearn for fire to change me from, this white blanket of boredon in which I've laid and become.
     Name: Brett KershawEmail:
     Scribble: -AND IN DECEMBER- And in December she will come The past with memories The memories of one Whose puppet was my soul My soul discontent, but not done Hanging freely, but not free at all My soul clings to the string Afraid of losing the one, but not of the fall And in December, much as before Rage rises, love of lore To see the mystery of one, not of now But of the one I knew before.
     Name: scottEmail:
     Scribble: Becca,,,,,a wonderful story of growing, seeking, finding the very essence of who we are by way of soft, playful animals...
     Name: Jesse AnthonyEmail:
     Scribble:  This is my first posting on the wall. I will try and keep it short, would just like to say that the poem Ex-Soldier's Memories (1994) by A. G. Adair is quite moving. I am writing a book about world war two based upon my imagination and first hand tales of what my grandfather and uncle went through and what the parents of several of my friends endured in concentration camps (though my book takes place primarily on an english merchant ship in the atlantic away from those places). But the entire period holds great interest to me. I was particularly struck by one small point in the poem in which he mentioned that american soldiers took shelter and were protected from german fire by the kilns in lands they had taken over. It seems very ironic that the very places that meant certain death to millions of jewish, polish, and non-aryans provided a safe haven for allied troops avenging their deaths. Well didnt end up as short as i had thought it would be. Goodbye for now.
     Name: JudyEmail:
     Scribble: what a great the wall.what a neat idea.also love the music.thanks for letting me post my poetry.Yes I finally did it right.(I hope)
     Name: Darren BardsleyEmail:
     Scribble: Now as we take our first tentative steps into the new millennium humanity sits back and marvels at its wondrous achievements. We take pride in our civilisation and the rights we have all earned, the freedom to make our own choices. But at what price did this freedom cost us? This is not a lesson in history; this is a lesson in humanity or rather the lack of humanity. In this so-called civilised society we live in who is truly free and does freedom truly exist? Does no one see that we are still slaves who are penned and pushed into suffocating mental and emotional prisons? Or that the aspirations we chase are nothing more than immaterial illusions? For example we vote in governments that do not govern and still we cry freedom and share with the world the jubilations of a meaningless act. Is this real democracy? The way we gain our so-called knowledge is through the newspapers and television and the friendships we just love to hate. This is what helps us to make our choices; this is what nurtures the fruits that will one day be our opinions. But little do we realise that it is all just a pack of lies. Yet we still sing the songs and dance the dance pretending that we are in control and that if X marks the spot then we really make a difference. We are all forced into believing that our superficial exterior will bring us peace. It does not matter what you hair looks like or what clothes you wear or what car you drive or how big your house is, this does not make you a better person. Yet the experts on some daytime talk show will tell you that makeovers make a difference. It is all lies, entertainment cleverly engineered for the sponge-brained zombies who have chosen to take no responsibility for their lives. People have now taken to worshiping these Gods of daytime television like Jerry Springer and Ricky Lake because they show “real life people with real life problems”. Well maybe they do, but it is all dressed up for all you folks back home to gasp and gawp at. Sorry people but you have been suckered....again. And to think that poor Jerry Springer openly told his loving public the truth only to be greeted by the words, ‘you lied to us Jerry.” Does no one else see the wonderful irony of this? It is funny that very few people see this lies until it is too late. Can you imagine waking up at 45 and thinking, “What have I done with my life,” only to gasp in horror as the realisation strikes you like a thunderbolt that the answer to your question is, nothing. All those hopes, and all those dreams sacrificed for nothing. And to think we pay for this lifetime’s worth of misery with blood sweat, tears and hard cash. Life would be so much simpler if BMW’s did it for everyone. At least we would know where we stood. Real life has far more to offer and it costs nothing. Life is given freely from God and with love so why don’t we start to appreciate it instead of making a mess of it every time. Darren Bardsley 17/06/01 (PS this writing is directed at all of humanity, not one single individual)
     Name: Mary AnnEmail:
     Scribble: Cayce, just read your poem and stories....LOVED THEM! I couldn't stop reading and that is unusual for me! GOOD JOB....will look for more!
     Name: Cayce SheltonEmail:
     Scribble: There are two times when your mind and your heart fight for control; when you spouse to be says,"Yes", and when your Publisher says,"Yes." Thanks to all of you for saying, "Yes."
     Name: Connie AnastEmail:
     Scribble: "There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity." Me 1999 Man, is this truer than ever... Hey y'all. Lots of love to all of you, this last issue was the bomb, baby!!! Kisses to Mike and Mary, you guys rock. Good job everyone on their contributions and thanks for not nagging when I took a brief sabbatical. *smooch*
     Name: WebmasterEmail:
     Scribble: The worst words you ever write are better than the best words you never write…
     Name: LilaugEmail: 
     Scribble: Hi! This site should win some kind of award. Thanks for the info to prevent fraud. You can also put a password on your social security number by calling the social security # that is provided on the above post. They place a block on your number, so that if someone finds your social security number, they need the password to be able to open a new account. It works, because I forgot I placed a block on mine a few years ago, and when I went to open a Kauffman's account, I was refused for "lack of identification" With the Internet, it is extreemly easy for someone to retrieve your social security number. One of our local TV reporters tried it as a test and easily acquired a police chief's number who agreed to go along with the test. The reporter was shocked at how easy it was to get someone's social security # on-line. God Bless... lilaug
     Name: Mary E. AdairEmail:
     Scribble: Good Advice received from my daughter's friend: WHAT TO DO IF YOU LOSE YOUR PURSE OR WALLET: We've all heard horror stories about fraud that's committed using your name, address, SS#, credit, etc. Unfortunately I (author of this piece) have firsthand knowledge, because my wallet was stolen last month and within a week the thieve(s) ordered an expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a VISA credit card, had a credit line approved to buy a Gateway computer, received a PIN number from DMV to change my driving record information online, and more. But here's some critical information to limit the damage in case this happens to you or someone you know. As everyone always advises, cancel your credit cards immediately, but the key is having the toll free numbers and your card numbers handy so you know who to call. Keep those where you can find them easily (having to hunt for them is additional stress you WON'T need at that point)! On a personal note, I remember loosing a MC and until I got the toll free number from information, etc. I was a wreck. File a police report immediately in the jurisdiction where it was stolen; this proves to credit providers you were diligent, and is a first step toward an investigation (if there ever is one). But here's what is perhaps most important: I never ever thought to do this. Call the three national credit reporting oranizations immediately to place a fraud alert on your name and SS#. I had never heard of doing that until advised by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over the Internet in my name. The alert means any company that checks your credit knows your information was stolen and they have to contact you by phone to authorize new credit. By the time I was advised to do this - almost 2 weeks after the theft - all the damage had been done (there are records of all the credit checks initiated by the thieves' purchases, none of which I knew about before placing the alert). Since then, no additional damage has been done, and the thieves threw my wallet away this weekend (someone turned it in). It seems to have stopped them in their tracks. The numbers are: Equifax 1-800 525-6285 Experian (formerly TRW) 1-800-301-7195 Trans Union 1-800-680-7289 The Social Security Administration also has a fraud line at 1-800-269-0271 We pass along jokes, we pass along just about think about passing this information along .... it could help someone else.
     Name: JohnDanielStrainEmail:
     Scribble:  to be free in thought is the first step in being free indeed, for nothing can come of nothing-- so BE FREE! love yas (this was free)
     Name: inneradventureEmail:
     Scribble: This is the first time I've visited before, and I must say I dig. There is a vitality; a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist in any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares to other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. --- Martha Graham
     Name: MatisonEmail:
     Scribble:  I am so happy to be here with all of you fine people !!!!
     Name: TwinkleEmail:
     Scribble: *whisper* I think I hear my soul calling calling from afar. . . I thought I heard my heart breaking do you know where we are? Look into the sunset but never look too much For beauty can be appreciated without necessity to touch.
     Name: YopoEmail: 
     Scribble: Hey! Musical Pencil Stubs! *G* Sounds pretty durn good... My subwoofer is woofing happily... A very appropriate tune for this particular wall, too!
     Name: K'AMEmail:
     Scribble: This is neat!!! And the music is kinda my kind of music!!! Love you guys .. keep up with all of these innovations you're coming up with all the time!
     Name: RenataEmail:
     Scribble: I've been reading Tales From the Good Book, Adam and Eve. I have a question: it states that "Adam taught Eve one thing: housework, oh, and one other thing." Now, what makes you think Adam taught it to Eve; from my own experience, I think it's more likely that Eve taught it to Adam. Anyone agree?
     Name: RenataEmail:
     Scribble: I love the music; this is great. no further thoughts at this time. thank you.
     Name: KenniedeeEmail:
     Scribble: Wow..this writing on the wall comes as close as possible to my teenage desire to squirt a bottle of ketchup on the side of a white building. ( no I am not a destructive person.!) Just came here for the first time today, am enjoying looking around,reading entries... Thanks to all.
     Name: ShannonEmail: 
     Scribble: Grandma, Love the March issue. Of course I love every issue. The smoking one makes me think real hard about quitting. I Love you and EVERYONE has done a fantastic job (again).
     Name: ElizabethEmail:
     Scribble: Thought provoking short stories this March... Thought that both Weeds and Smoking would be about cigs but, boy! Was I fooled!! Love the Street Lovers too.
     Name: FireEagle/WaterDragonEmail:
     Scribble: ok you know me I have to test my boundaries so here goes.... and I quote ..wait .....I QUOTE NO ONE...nobody speaks my mind like I do.... and I'm blessed that you beautiful people offer us mad people a place to BE.... ~~~May Love & Light Always Shine Upon Your Paths~~~ ALWAYS.....jay
     Name: nikki dawnEmail: 
     Scribble: They have set us up the bomb.
     Name: RenataEmail:
     Scribble: In response to Shane: that sounds like a version of "To win, you must first lose". (I don't know who said that besides me). Thank you.
     Name: RenataEmail:
     Scribble: I never wrote on a real wall, so this is a first for me, apropos this quote: If I had been a ranch they would have called me the "Bar Nothing"….spoken by Rita Hayworth in the movie "Gilda". Thank you.


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