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The old man was done packing- instead of leaving him satisfied, the emptiness of the house created a profound sense of loss. Wet balloons, and a heart beats.
Essays, notes and interviews on why literary fiction matters to human living. Using lines from my 10 most popular posts to date. For ease of reference, I have hyperlinked all of the lines to their original posts. Mom, are you crying? .
Everyone knew that sooner or later, we would achieve the goal. There is no reason why we should forbid marriage for some, while others, due to their sexual conditions, can enjoy it freely. Even though it is extremely difficult to understand the real why of the matter.
A glimpse into the mind of a young writer. Wherefore Art Thou Blogging Schedule? November 22, 2016.
In this world of sounds, silence is the only thing that is truly deafening. Do we ever really die? December 13, 2016. Is the grass always greener on the other side and how to overcome this syndrome? October 27, 2016.
Join me as I fail at life and as a person. Of all the lies force fed to us, this is one of the worst.
Running my mouth off is pretty much the only exercise I do. Ten years ago, a wise mentor of mine foretold dire consequences if I did not pen a novel by the age of fifteen. Having only recently acquired double digits, I politely scoffed and maintained that I simply did not have enough experience under my ten-year-old belt to possibly write a book worth reading.
Spending holidays, trying to seduce her,. Till finally beneath, mistletoe stands,. To my suggestion, urgent kiss her answer,. Exploring luscious curves as she does mine,. Peeling her blouse off, tossing it aside,. Sheer red festive net, breasts barely confine,. Over newly bared skin, hot kisses glide,. Tracing along edge of lace of each cup,. Pulling cup down to expose pert target,.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! She said as we lay there trying to catch our breaths. We had been fucking like rabbits the last few days and today was no different. Looking For Help With Depression. I am here but I am lost. I am whole but I am falling apart. I am speaking but no words are coming out.
I got caught up in the day, and nearly missed my weekl.
We read, we play, we laugh . Our eldest is a hurricane. She started talking at six months, walking at ten months. Then he turned three . The timing could not be better.
My idea of Modernism style is a collection of words where images and phrases come together for a single thought or essay. I was reading Gertrude Stein in the pub with pen in hand when I wrote this. Getting drunk with Gertrude Stein. I came upon two elderly swans. Sharing the light of the winter solstice moon.