Tag: writing
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fleeting:
lasting for a very short time. brief. short-lived. momentary. “Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new” -Paracelsus My illustration is a bit different than my norm, but I’m thrilled at the fact that it looks somewhat like I’d envisioned. My imaginings are like rough sketches or stick figures, but it’s…
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The Wish
–Part Three of a Short (Somewhat Graphic) Novel– The woman’s words could have easily been seen as provocative, by a good many men, but Oliver knew better. He immediately understood what she was referring to… as he’d made the wish just moments before she appeared. A do-over. A second chance. His predicament was serious. As…
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An Opportunity?
-A Short (Somewhat Graphic) Novel- Oliver was still lightheaded, and terribly confused, but he gained vigor… suddenly intrigued. “Have we met?” The woman smiled. “In another life, perhaps.” Rarely was Oliver at a loss for words, but in that moment he was bereft of speech. The woman was a beauty, and surely a man would…
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The Meltdown
–A Short (Somewhat Graphic) Novel– Oliver’s head sunk low. Really low. He held onto it tight as if the only thing keeping it intact was his hands. He’d completely forgotten that a few clients were still lingering in the gym, and they heard him cry out. “I’m such a failure!” The room fell silent. Quietly……
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P.I. Jane
I’ve been in Portville for 48 hours now, and I’ve spoken with every member of the ladies auxiliary club – and several of the town’s anti-club citizens as well. The only thing that I can say at this point, with complete certainty, is… “These people are nuts!” I wouldn’t blame Yvonne one iota if she…
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The Pastry Chef
I’m so furious! Bernadette told me what Ingrid said… that I’m a suspect in Yvonne’s disappearance? Why!? Because I’ve been taking sweets to Jimmy? That’s rubbish. I’m sure she failed to mention that I am a pastry chef. That’s right. I own the County’s prize winning bakery, and I deliver my delicious treats to a…
