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Emily Milloy Williams

Emily Milloy Williams

living in Vidalia, GA
   
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TOTAL VIEWS: 6,831|PUBLISHED CONTENT: 12|FAVORITED BY: 1|CONTENT PRODUCER SINCE: 04/14/2007

I am a 24 year old southern woman. Good writing, good music, and good people are my three most favorite parts of life. I believe it is a small world after all and that the cup is half full.

Education/Experience: Summe Cum Laude English Degree/Film Studies Minor from University of North Carolina Charlotte. My writings have been published for Relevant magazine online and in Creative Loafing, a Charlotte, NC newspaper.

Interests: I like writing more than reading but I love both; I'm in love with music. I love productivity-that's not as vague as you think.

Motto: We are what we believe.

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Garage sales aren't rocket science; they're not even a science. But neither is playing a slot machine and even that has a few strategies. If you want to sell as much as you can, you must lay out your wares efficiently, price wisely, and advertise thoroughly.
There are four standardized games in the croquet canon: American Backyard (a.k.a. Nine Wicket), American, and Poison. I will define each game-focusing on the easiest one to explain to a bunch of mosquito-bit partygoers looking for a good time, American Backyard Croquet.
It is innate that you would swim That you would fight With your spider-web of smooth, muscular skin
Jean-Philippe Rameau lived during the period of history known as Baroque, a time of progress which heralded the advent of modern Europe. The Baroque period is considered the time between 1600-1750. Rameau experienced the Baroque. . .
Whenever I need to use the restroom at my parent's house I choose either my siblings' or the downstairs bathroom-in other words, I never use Mom & Dad's bathroom. Their toilet is a victim of low water pressure
You suffocate me with your seal-pressed wrapper Small enough for a rat's raincoat Crinkle it in my ear While you sip your rootbeer float
Cho was once in a hot air balloon Looking above the growing land Eating a sandwich black and maroon
The study of language and grammar, and the defining of its terms, are not to be taken for granted. Men and women have, for centuries, sought to explain and organize our way of communication, hoping to bring order to chaos. . .
Pine is the silva of the South Its bark is sleeved with the dust of natives In vespertine growth It gains its envious rings of history
The summer we thought you would die Cast a shadow on the earth My hair smelled like rye Out of depression
I know I will see you in the morning But every night I forget You can slip in the back door And only when you're as tired as your mother Are my dreams of random scenes
I am awake and rise from my bed By the orange rush of such a sun. You come in and out of my mind; You are on me like these sheets