Wesley V Harney
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The Children Always KnowA Story by Wesley V HarneyIt was love at first sight, at least for him. He never really knew in the end if she loved him first or if she just got used to him. But either wa.. |
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Hitchhiker From The WestA Story by Wesley V HarneyThere is a sinister joy in the raining cafe visit, when the crowd has begun to wane and only the few and the proud stay to brave the progressing r.. |
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The Old man on LoveA Story by Wesley V HarneyA short piece I wrote a long time ago, at the time I felt very alone and this it what came out of that feeling. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by Wesley V HarneyFishing For Worms-Chapter 1 “But this is the last time!” “Agreed, now off with you.” “Yes sir.” And j.. |
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Chapter 2A Chapter by Wesley V HarneyFishing For Worms -Chapter 2 Leaning in over the body I looked for signs of life. A twitch, a sigh, a little breath. The body was face do.. |
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Fishing For Worms-Chapter 3A Chapter by Wesley V HarneyFishing For Worms-Chapter 3 The sun was waking up when we came out of the woods. The dull oranges and reds slowly molded into bright purp.. |
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Fishing For WormsA Book by Wesley V HarneyA novel I am working on for young adult literature. |
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See the infiniteA Poem by Wesley V HarneyIt’s a touch of the infinite when the eyes of a child fall softly upon your own, lifting ears to the sounds, those we have forgotten to listen.. |
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Bathroom Stall PoetryA Poem by Wesley V HarneyBathroom stall poetry scrawled across tile in sharpie feeding words to unsuspecting tools of the great “man” finding fools crisscross.. |
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Barn Yard Intervention-Part 1A Story by Wesley V HarneyFredrickson stumbled through the gate to the farm, slipping on mud and who knows what? Leaving small trails of spittle on the path as he headed for th.. |
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