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Memories

Oh how I'll miss the great mountains and the tall trees, the pretty prairies and the long green grass.

Saying it with Pearls

Deep inside her, something burns – a searing, white heat...

A Life of Crime

You chose me w­­ith your eyes. You tell me, everyone tells That love is blind. Such lies make maggots of our souls. My face, dear victim, was your only mercenary goal.

Hawthorn Realm Chapter Six

Hawthorn Realm Chapter 6 Word Count 818

Hawthorn Realm Chapter Four

I could use feed back and or critique. I need to see if I'm on the right track, or should give it up and sell pencils to tourists...Wes
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Bishops with Vaginas

God's a man they know it to dispute it is a sin Can't you feel the bristles of his beard against your skin? His child a boy, a king no less was formed without disgrace
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Love and Mince Pies.

It's not easy to find somebody to love you. I was in Waitrose on Tuesday - they had a lot of mince pies and Christmas puddings - but I couldn't find somebody to love me.

Riyadh Redux

The beginning of another chapter of life in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia...

The Junk Yard Dealing Blues

Cars are things that can bring you down

Sharing Christmas

Sharing Christmas is for the young and old

Chasing Little Duckies

There's more than one way to catch a duck

The life of a tree

I’m like a tree. At one point, I was a tall, sturdy oak. I had all my branches and I was as healthy as can be. My leaves were full of green.

A Word to the Wiseguy - Part 4 - A Craven Danger Mystery

“Nice tie,” said Boris. The four vacationers sat around a pool-side table at Tropical Splendor’s Sandy Shore dining room.

The French Kiss

You never forget your first "real" kiss, especially if it's terrible.

The Pearl Earring

Elizabeth has come home to her loving husband with a secret. She soon discovers that her husband has a secret of his own.
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Fields of Dew

A cloudy wool pulled over the edges, blurred vision but clear as water. The feeling unreal, but still all there The dark curls, twisted, like life, draping down on the frail frame.

Realizing

Reach into the room Feeling for the switch Another new wound Tug in the last stitch And I'm living by the glass Full of sand no more Shadow on the wall Can I play again?

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