Robert Trousseau 2

"Dad, I just wanted to tell you that I loved you," Trisha tried to say sincerely. "Why didn't you just text me?"

A Confession

The door of the church let out a startled cry as it was pushed slowly open, it was opened with a certain hesitance, whispering ominously as it gradually revealed a ragged beaten down figure.

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She moved with a grace of the heavens fluttering over the stage as if it were here pond as if she was the swan, the floor rippled in response to the swans command, gliding over the glittering surface,

A look at life

WRITTEN WHILE IN A BORING JOB IN 1976. ONE OF MANY.

Rose Coloured Glasses

WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 18.I AM NOW A LOT OLDER & THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS STORY HAS SEEN THE LIGHT OF DAY IN 50 YEARS.

The representation of the City

LIFERS Chapter Thirty Five

The stairs of the shaft flew under him unnoticed as a vision of a young girl, still screaming and crouched on the floor between two of the hanging corpses, greeted him.

Parallel Voodo

Another exploration of human reality and fantasy.

Dance of the Lady in White

We have been written in the stars. Or, they are written in us…In the depth of our hearts where eternity and a single moment are both the same.

Fourteen-ity

Fourteen-ity 2011 October I took time to reminisce last night Started from the moment I turned off the light The memories continuously flashed through my mind

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