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The stairs crafted a profound echo from her heavily laid footsteps. Muriel didn’t want to continue the ascent, not even a little. Brushing a sil..
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Justice turned to look at Muriel, astounded, and said, “you wanted to let me go an hour ago, and now I’m being shot at and I can’t g..
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The nearly deserted lot was rather large, for a small gas station inside the city limits. There were only four cars in the lot, and undoubtedly two be..
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An ode to my ex husband, who I am glad is ex. Written some time ago.
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Just a little bit inspired by the So Many Lemons contest. We were asked to use one or more of the following in our work:
Summer, David Hasslehoff, Dy..
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When I lift my pen sometimes it feels
Heavy as a sword, it cuts into the paper
So deep and satisfying
Satiated are the demons
The past, regrets,..
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A Poem for My Little Girl
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This is a true story I first posted as a blog on Myspace.com. It is a retelling of the night when, at thirteen, I died from Hypothermia and had an NDE
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A true story about the last night of my marriage.
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