Writings based on my realities, dreams, and wild fantasies. Things I got from my parents. Òrìṣà Bí I ya Kòsí. Imprinting words in my daughters. Celebrating the women who have gone ahead of us. The ones who are along with us. The women coming behind us. We are proud of the ones before us. In support of the ones by our sides. We encourage the ones coming up and behind us. Òrìṣà Bí I ya Kòsí.

Go check out her site and all the other participants. Wildflowers bloomed along the path. A happy little tune whistled out of his lips as he continued along the dirt trail, posies clutched in his hand. She was going to be so happy with him this time. Look what I found! Her flanks we.

How did you get yourself in this mess? Dear wife, Kofi wheezed as blood spilled from his wound. I need to confess before I join our ancestors. I have a child with Esi. Our son is not yours. You wicked woman, Kofi gasped.

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Just a place for my writing and stuff. That I grieve like a wild thing. I would rather be a savage than. To be a cold, half- dead whatever it is. I have a few girl friends that I could call but I know that.

Drew sat at the window of the offices above the diner and kept watch while Grace slept. Morning was approaching and the sky was already turning blue, it looked like it was going to be a good day, weather wise at least. As the blimp drew closer he could make out more detail and he saw cables trailing underneath it with a man hanging from them, struggling to release himself! Drew .

Original fiction by author Michael Molony. Using chopsticks, Brad plopped a yellow, frothy, gelatinous mass onto his plate and walked back to their table. In one scoop he shoved it into his mouth and grimaced slightly.