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Rose & Ghun Episode One: You want me to do what?
Originally posted on ronovanwrites:
“Ow,” I mumbled. “Does that hurt, pretty baby?” I stared up out of one eye at the woman above me. Perfect lipstick and hair, nails still shimmering in the light of night, and brandishing a tire iron she had just used on my ribs. “Only a little, Cornelia,” I managed. “I…
Moments are Worth
Originally posted on ronovanwrites:
There are delicate moments in time They are fragile in their forming And in their care We carelessly disregard their existence ? What happens when your moments are shattered When they are taken and broken and battered When you have none to even hold onto When cracks are formed for them…
Macabre Media: Bessie Smith – her music, her (wild) story, her grave and Janis Joplin
Originally posted on Renae Rude – The Paranormalist:
NOW: It’s nearly midnight on Monday and I’m tired. It was an up and down day. The FANTASTIC news is that my son came home foot-sore, worn out, and happy after working his first-ever shift, at his first-ever job, which he bagged by the end of his first-ever…
…when is an Iconic Author not an Iconic Author?… when he’s being a scaredy-cat sissy at the dentist…
Originally posted on Seumas Gallacher:
…they breed ‘em tough where I come from in Docklands Govan in Glasgow… a hard crew, not to be meddled with lightly… sculpted and hewn by centuries of aggression we are… except when it comes to the dentist… ‘fess up time… if had to choose between walking across molten coals…
Bilingual Haiku
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
A haiku sequence that came in French ? Si jamais tu pars Sentirai-je la pluie froide et drue morsure de la bise? ? Et si tu me quittes Larmes cachera le soleil Nuit noire tombera. ? and I rendered in English ? If you should leave me would I…
Writing Memoir on Social Media
Originally posted on bottledworder:
I’m doing something in the room and The Boy walks in stealthily from behind me and suddenly there is a shower of bubbles in the air and lots of childish laughter. I turn my face and I see a host of bubbles floating up and up and up towards the light,…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 