Dream to panic He was outside in the snow. His senses were flooded with joy. He stretched his arms out allowing the snow to hit every inch of him that it dared. The urge to strip off all his clothing over took him and there he was lying naked in the snow. A voice calledContinue reading “Winter Season”
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Halloween craft
Where are you?
Where are you? I just need you to listen. Where am I? Keep talking. I’ll follow your voice. Why? Don’t tell me what I want to hear but give me honest feed back. Where are you? Life holding you? Where am I? I’m not talking to hear the sound of my voice. Why? This isContinue reading “Where are you?”
My last weight loss journey; feel the burn?
Barium swallow A barium swallow, also called an esophagogram, is an imaging test that checks for problems in your upper GI tract. Your upper GI tract includes your mouth, back of the throat, esophagus, stomach, and first part of your small intestine. The test uses a special type of x-ray called fluoroscopy. Fluoroscopy shows internalContinue reading “My last weight loss journey; feel the burn?”
The Snake and The Rabbit
January 3rd, Inspector Hopkins came to call. The man that had stabbed her turned himself in. It was Mr. Merryweather’s caretaker. The mean faced man whom I never cared to learn his name. He told Hopkins that he had no knowledge of whom he stabbed. It was a way to keep the constables from chasingContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
Images in the clouds
Winter Season
Poem Yet the silent falling snow caused him to smile. The bitter cold wind made his blood pump warm and wild through his veins. He took a deep breath as he grabbed a note book from the floor and began to write: I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanketContinue reading “Winter Season”
Waste not. Want not: soap
Can you use a bar of soap until it’s gone? I can. I bet your mind is blown. I made this little pouch. Making that bar say ‘ouch’. Waste not. Won’t not. I will get all the use out of you, a lot. ~
Doodle, fingers nails
The Snake and The Rabbit
By the summer of 1905, Holmes was for all intents and purposes a new man. I say this with hesitation. True; however it may have been, Holmes still fought the black dog. She would just let him be. Always checking that the path to him was clear of any obstructions. Lizzie would smile when sheContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
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