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Infected: Chapter 4
The late evening sky was clear as Hadria sat at the far end of the New York City subway car. There was no one ...It Had To Be His Halo
I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, ...Cardinal Rules
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Finding A Friend In Death
Death, my old foe Kindly released me from this mortal flesh Prone to disease and decay Set free, my soul to roam Not anchored ... Let The Good Times Roll: How To Be Parade Ready
There’s nothing more exciting than being in New Orleans during the Mardi Gras season! The smell of king cake and beignets, the rhythms of ...- MediaCreativityParenting & FamilyMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenCooking, Food & DrinkEntertainmentLifestyleHealth & WellnessCulture
It’s A Fight To The Death: Part 1
Trigger warning: eating disorders, anorexia athletica, orthorexia NEDAwareness Week 2020 begins February 24th and what better way to start this month than to tell ... Ode To Books
Knowledge and ideas abound within the pages can be found the smell of ink conjuring images in a blink journey to distant lands all ...- Parenting & FamilyPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenEntertainmentEnvironmentLifestyleCreativity
Dandy Dogs
In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul. - Health & WellnessParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenLifestyle
Women Are Incompetent, He Said
I was pretty baffled at what happened to me the other morning, outside of my house on Brookside Drive… My boyfriend and I had ... - LifestyleEnvironmentCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & Garden
Whispering Wombs: A Villanelle Poem
Whispering wombs of our mothers where we once swam in amniotic fluid life force like no others Guided by the lined hands of ...