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By Sue-bunch Dixon

Design a creation to fill a need

A blueprint, a mindset, or a way of life

To effectively fill that need,

The Artist must become the Author

The Designer must become the User.

Thoroughly

Empathize to determine the best fit

Ideate to discover the critical path

Prototype meaningfully

Test sensitively

Design right!

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Champagne is flowing. Anticipation builds as the television turns on and the channel is changed. The ball begins to drop. Three… Two… One… Happy New Year! Confetti flies across the room. Feeling as though we are in a snow globe. New year resolutions are made. Here’s to hoping this will be the best year yet.

(anxious)

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The rain-beaded lip of the overhang weeps onto his nose a single column of roping rain illuminated by the street light.  He shivers as the rain rushes down his spine. His eyes, that are round and grey matching the sky, are met with glory as he meets his mate. Yea that’s right old bully stick.

(comfort)

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After thirty-two minutes of blood, sweat, and tears, this was the Vikings’ last chance.  Everything was on the line – it all came down to this.  The basketball left the player’s fingertips.  The buzzer sounded.  An excited but exhausted crowd watched in hopeful anticipation.  The ball floated through the air for what seemed like forever.  SWISH!!!

Relieved

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Emma walked into the corner bookstore. Enveloped by the familiar smell, she thumbed through some favorites. A pink paper caught her eye peeking from a worn book. It read: 8576 Doonberry St. Emma, Come! She tucked it quickly into her pocket and rushed out the door. “Taxi!”, she yelled. “Where to?”  “8576 Doonberry”, Emma quivered.

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We are loaned these elements that comprise our bodies; elements that have existed since singularity. We are ancient and new at once.

When time comes for me, to return these elements, I will take solace believing in something greater than myself.  Doing so with grace and gratitude.  I am neither created nor destroyed, only transformed.

reflective

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Living in the woods never scared her, neither did the dark. The shrill of the crunching behind her that night had her running for the door. The shadow that crept behind her seem to grow larger with each step. Afraid she wouldn’t make it to the door, she turned and in relief heard a meow.
(successful)

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Only nine-years old--suddenly he is fighting for his life. His thoughts tell him, “Mom is going to die today”.  He begins to count—hoping once he reaches forty-three, his Mother’s age, the OCD worry will stop.  It doesn’t work—"he has to get out and save he"r.  This time he stopped listening—he survived.

(INSPIRED)

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A tiny, unkempt poodle crawls through the blistering streets of Detroit. We stop and stare; some scream words of excitement as I bend down to pick her up. I whisper, "I love you and will always care for you." A kind man brings water and food from a church. This poodle's life is changed forever.
(nostalgic)

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She can’t help but notice the drops of grey on the white trim that aren’t supposed to be there; the small pieces of torn white that were supposed to stay. March they say is the deadline. She can’t care so much. No one else notices. But she notices. She goes back. No one else notices.
--satisfied

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Found journal, decades old. Secret fears and dreams of younger me revealed. Later pages, hastily scribbled: impassioned writings of young, first love. Old emotions stir as I remember the excitement, the voices that said it could never last. If I could, I’d go back and reassure her: You married the boy, still your best friend.

(challenged!)

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Unthinkingly, he closed the car door. It was a cold night, and his sobriety left him hours ago. Ironically, he never touched alcohol--hated the taste. He was a man who indulged strictly in diet sodas and Big Macs, yet a man who was not immune to the everyday triteness of a 9:00-5:00 job.

(Contemplative)

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Awoke this morning to an emergency alert on my phone. It read “BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL”. I was scared, in a panic, and was seeking answers. Thirty-eight long minutes went by before I was notified that it was a false alarm. Now, I am relieved.

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Tiptoeing inside, she wondered, “will he remember me? It’s been so long.” A soft lullaby filled the room with serenity as the wee ones napped. Gently she lifted the sleeping babe, who stirred and opened his eyes. The child’s eyes grew wide while a smile crept across his face, then he whispered, “you’re really here!”

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The helicopter softly touched down, the blades making a distinctive “whop whop”as they twirled. The pilot motioned for his passenger. Why had she ever talked herself into this? Perhaps she’d watched too many M*A*S*H* episodes. It looked so easy on TV. Slowly stepping forward, she climbed in, and clicked the seatbelt.

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His hazel eyes and snuggles are what won her heart.  It was love at first sight.  Every day, he would send her off in the morning and greet her each evening when she returned.  Then one day, he was not there to greet her when she got home.  She will never forget that dog, Max.

(Nervous)

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She knew the day was coming. She had carried her baby for thirty nine weeks and on the fortieth week, her due date would arrive. She didn't know if it were a girl or a boy and the suspense was driving her crazy. That night her water broke. A beautiful baby boy she did meet.

(Anxious )

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She waited patiently for him to return, for a kiss, a pet, a walk, a ride to see kids in car seats smile. Down highways, over mountains, through deserts, they stopped for a stretch and a fetch. But once the odyssey ended, she waited again, but he was too late, just once. Gone too soon.

(Reflective)

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The fourteen-year-old woke up with a start. Something wasn’t right on this early January morning. He looked toward his bedroom door. There stood the petite figure of his grandmother. “Uh, hi Grandma. What’s wrong?” He suspiciously asked.

“Your mother’s had a stroke. She’s being driven down to Green Bay by ambulance. Your dad’s with her.”

(Thoughtful)

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It was a gloomy winter day, some trees had lost their leaves, but not all. There was ice everywhere. She imagined how those trees bloomed in the spring. Then it dawned on her – THIS IS LIFE: Some seasons you lose everything, but all is not lost – you gain it again in the right season – FAITH.

(Motivated)

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In her jumper and Mary Janes, she walked up to the huddle of boys. “You aren’t allowed to play.” She said nothing, furrowed her brow, and left. The next day, in a different jumper and a pair of cleats, she approached the same boys. “You STILL can’t play-”… “Yes I can.” And she did.

(Proud)

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Starting in the ground and growing nicely. Once developed, they were plucked from their mother, stuffed wrapped and placed into their new home. Some were too big and tried committing popper suicide jumping from their home onto the hot grates. We tried mouth to mouth but they did not survive. Their sacrifice worth every bite.

(Creative)

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Laying in bed, thinking about the weeks up ahead; challenging those students who “already know”; encouraging that one who always runs slow; engaging the class who can’t wait for the end of high school to come; and encouraging the kid who “is simply too dumb”. One memory never to be replaced, “But teaching’s a waste”

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She couldn’t believe she missed her bus. She made every effort but on the biggest day of her life, she failed. She fell to the ground smashing her entry for the largest art competition in the world. The only thing to bring her back was a voice from the bus driver saying, “sorry I’m late”.

(Despair)

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It seemed like Martin was always tripping over things. Vases, coffee tables, dug in electric cords; you name it, he fell over it. He was never invited to parties. Our pets would run frightened in his presence, their tails too trod on.  We all thought this was hilarious, until he tripped into the wood chipper.

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He wakes up groggy but excited when he sees her rise.  Waits patiently as she gets ready for few minutes outside.  Races his roommate to ensure he gets some sauce from breakfast.  Then looks sadly as she gets her coat, understanding, he, the dog, will be left alone with the cat, who rules the house.

(Unsure)

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This literally Just Happened to me... - David Stack

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This literally Just Happened to me... - David Stack

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The old man walked into the room asking for a soda, “They’re in the fridge,” I said.  He opened it up and took a drink and made a sigh when finished. “Thank you,” the old man said, “Reminds me of home.” Made me wonder where the man was from after he drank the Mt. Dew.

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She gasps. Words. Whispering slowly, festering, building, bouncing, faster and faster. Thoughts, streaming past. She can't move, can't think, can't talk. Vision blurs. Sounds exploding, buzzing, annoying. Crying. What is crying? Who is crying? Why? Why? Why? Vision fading, tunneling. Silence.....THUMP. Her chest hurts. The beeping starts again, slowly. Sounds become clearer.  She gasps.

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Perched on a rock, staring at the ocean, I wondered what it would be like to be a part of the aquatic world. Transforming and flowing through each droplet that consumes the waves. So I jumped into the Pacific, brushed up against the sea lions and fish; and became one with the shape of water.

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Once there was a man named Drew Brees. He really loved cheese. After a sneeze, he visited the doctor only to be diagnosed with sky high cholesterol. He said, “Oh Jeez!” and had to go on a diet of nuts, fruits, peas, and Omega-3s, while his wife enjoyed her nightly ice cream…”What a tease!”