An eclectic mix of life, art & fiction
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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… Read More
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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… Read More
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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,… Read More
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Friends
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, does the heart find its morning and is refreshed.” ― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet Last week, I took a day… Read More
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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… Read More
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The Main Suspect
Oh wow. I cannot believe this. Ingrid came by Leo’s and told me that Deborah’s flying in. What a trip. I haven’t seen that dame in years. Seems the Portville “busybodies club” has it in for Ingrid, and she’s enlisted… Read More
a sprinkle of faith 