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Magic is a strong power
She laughed. The absurdity and pure ridiculousness were not lost on her. Ever since she could remember, even as a child- Clair had a way about her. Without ever needing to ask, people simply gave her things. Did things for her
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Well, I'm not a big singer, don't have gold fingers, and I'm not loved everywhere I go But I do have some drive, my writing brings things to life, and I have set for myself a goal.
Cedric was awakened by the invasive rumbling and screeching sounds of the subway. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, except the apartment he shared with his roommate Tom, was just outside of Louisville Kentucky, nowhere near a subway!
Such a beautiful sweet spirit Wrapped up in this little frame I knew that I would love you When I first heard your name
My little town
There is more than corn in Indiana, no really!!! There are lakes!! Lots and lots of lakes, and I am lucky enough to get the chance to live near one.
The little black book
“Uggghh”, she sighed, that’s never a good first word in the morning. The alarm went off, just as Jess finally found the release to fall asleep. She didn’t even know why she set the alarm; she hadn’t slept soundly for…. she couldn’t even remember when. I guess it was just a way to mark time. It had been like a dream, this crazy whirlwind situation she found herself in. She tried to play all the scenarios out in her head, until she was sure it was going to literately explode! Skull fragments mixed with blood and brain matter splattered in the blinds, tangled in her matted red hair dripping onto the floor in a puddle of human mush. Imagine walking into that…But who would find her, no one was coming anywhere near her now. She couldn’t buy a friend these days. Or could she?
Romance in the spotlight
What was that?! I spoke the words out loud, although there was no one With me I was in the living room watching some murder mystery in the dark the whodone it kind they’ve never solved Everyone else had gone to bed and I, again, Couldn’t sleep. It’s not unusual to hear sounds that aren’t really anything when you’re worked up from a scary show. Your imagination gets the best of you, but this time….there was something!!
The elusive spirit of the wind
It seems odd to be telling this story at this point in my life, I suppose it’s somehow irrelevant now. But maybe, in retelling and reliving the moments here in this safe place, on paper, it may shed some light as to the secret we have not talked about since that blustery day all those years ago .