HeartBeat~~Birth~~

A billion large daggers made of water pounded on the roof of the cab I was in. While each contraction felt like I was being split in two, my heart burned from the million paper cuts your father left behind. The cabbie weaved through traffic all the time honking his horn and yelling at people to get out of the way. He looked back at me and I glared at him. I was sure he wanted to ask me if I was going to have you right there...in his cab...the one HE would have to clean. A panic erupted from my.toes and raced all the way up my spine. It stopped when it slammed into my mind.  How was I going to answer the most basic of questions about...

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Heartbeat ~~ANGEL BABY~~

Sadness shreds you gradually, like a million paper cuts. It is not quick and leaves behind invisible blood upon the soul. The scars are deep crevasses in my bones and yet hope still remains for me. You have been gone for three weeks now and every day, the breath comes harder to my lungs. It's the sadness you see that makes it almost unbearable for me. I don't know how much longer I can stand it. The single thread I have left to hold onto is what you left behind in my belly. The small bulge is my line in the sand at the borders of sanity. I'm six months along according to the ultra sound, and yet the possibility...

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Please excuse the craziness of this

I'm working on a new look for my short stories blog...please excuse the crap look of it right now...lol...

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Lunar Eclipse

There was blood on the moon the night we met. His mystic eyes and magical pull made me stand so still I forgot to breathe. He spoke to my soul without saying a word. My head, dizzy, knees quivered and oh such sweet butterflies filled my stomach. He stepped close, gliding across the ground. So surreal I was sure it was nothing more than a dream. A whisper of sweet tender love swept through me. I wanted to ask him who he was but couldn't speak. With a wave of his hand, he motioned me towards him and I, oh I could not resist for it was me he wanted. My body quivered when his cold hand touched my face. Still he said nothing. My pulse...

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Now and Then

Stone guards the part of my heart that holds my memories of you. I can't look for fear of breaking. Life is anew now. Sweet and tender. Still I guard the walls that contain you. The pain of your touch and the scars you caused can never be healed. I move forward ever watchful over my shoulder Will you appear today? Forever hoping my new heart won't break the pieces stay together. Such is the sweet tender joy of my new life. Please dear walls Please don't break. Don't steal my life aw...

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The Greenway Part 2 titled Three

I sit here every night and look out the window at all the chaos humanity has turned into. Forever is a long forgotten word and the only real evidence I have of yesterday's existence is a single picture my now dead parents took of me when I was born. It shows the three of us together. They are smiling in it and I don't know why. Perhaps because they didn't know they were going to be dead soon. I can't complain though. I have six in my life and that's more than most people have. I know he isn't my dad, but I like to think of him as a brother. He always looks like he's about to kill someone. I know he stands guard over me to keep us alive. I saw them coming from a distance. Trackers...they are searching for more girls for the Greenway. It sucks being a girl here in this time and place. Shock...

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The Eclectic Artsit Cave Presents

Around the Coffee Pot on Blog talk radio. Join me LIVE tomorrow at 10 AM CST when I interview Tami Snow. She is a writer, mother and now she has a new Vlog called Lyrical Lip Service in which she records herself on video reading various writers works. Last week she read from Alice in Wonderland, one of my personal favorites. This week she will be reading from The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien. Tami currently resides in Las Vegas. When she isn't snow boarding or rushing off on some other adventure, she's writing. Some examples can be found on Slaves to the Muse. A blog that has been co-founded and co-created by herself and Joann Hamann-Buchanan. Tami Snow has a sweet voice and a great Vlog. Tune in to learn how she gets inspired and inspires others. Next week,  The Eclectic Artist Cave...

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I have had several requests for another installment of The Green Way

I should have parts 2 and 3 of The Green Way finished next week. Thank you for your interest in my novella. It has been a story I have enjoyed writing. I will post part 2 next Monday and part 3 the following Monday. Thank you for all the support and for enjoying my short stories. Huge hugs to al...

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Alaynee: A chapter from THE KISS-book 2 of I AM WOLF

The truth sweeps across the wind in a whisper. It waves in the gentle dance of the leaves Floating across the ground. To fix what is broken, Means only to shed the lie. Crying. Devastation. Broken heart. All make for sleepless nights. Still I wait for you. Holding my breathe. Waiting for the sweet rapture Of the moment to carry me away. Alaynee Alaynee Deep dark colors of grey clouds flooded the sky, yet the brushes of light pink hues held their own against the dying of the light. The air, so cold and frigid, it felt like it could break with the slightest breath. Snow continued to fall on the ground shrouding the world with a sense of sorrow. Alaynee waited in her car with Squeaks and Ollie. She hadn’t seen Sharron in days and still didn’t know what was going on...

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Karma

Jerry Patterson was a common man. He didn’t have a lot of money, nor did he have any special “it” factor like others in the world. He always wore a grey suit with a white shirt and a black tie. He drove a beige Volvo and he never had the radio turned on. Jerry was a person you would forget two seconds after you met him. He liked it that way. He needed it in fact because Jerry’s job was different then most other people who walked around him on a daily basis. Jerry was a Cleaner. Jerry came into the business by sheer accident. How does a man become a Cleaner by accident? Simple. He needs a job. His resume’ included sharp shooter in the Army. After 10 years of faithful service, his psych evaluation said he could no longer serve. His old Sergeant used to say, “The dead man cometh, he cometh...

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