The Forest of Dean part 2 “How would such a piece pass detection when she was first brought into the house and bathed?” I asked. “I know not sirs.” Our guest thought for a moment. “Mother did find a little black book on her trimmed in gold. She thought it an invasion of privacy toContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
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Jeans & t-shirt
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be? I’m a jeans & t-shirt kinda girl.
Do you ever say anything?
I was watching a video about A.I. and its theorized effects on humanity. Yes, I commented. With the following: 60% of Americans Now Living Paycheck to Paycheck, Down from 64% a Month Ago As the title of the articles suggests; 60% of adult Americans are living paycheck to paycheck. If your washing machine blows upContinue reading “Do you ever say anything?”
Chico says ‘Nope’
Once there was Darkness
Chapter 41 Part 2 Kessa brought the conversation back around, “how old was the king when his parents dropped him off?” “Oh,” she continued with a start. “Not his parents. The queen mother. I never met your father. Sometimes I wonder if he knew at all that you spent the better part of your lifeContinue reading “Once there was Darkness”
Do, do, doodle me this
Thankful Thursday on Sunday
The Snake and The Rabbit
The Forest of Dean We had just begun to settle back into breakfast and our discussion of the narrative, when there was another knock at the door. Again, it was Mrs. Hudson. “Mr. Holmes, sir there is a gentleman here to see you sir.” On Mrs. Hudson’s heels was a young looking man. He wasContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
Once there was Darkness
Chapter 41 Part 1 Kessa and Kol were sitting in the garden enjoying a relaxing evening when a sister appeared. Her brown frock was as peaceful as she was against the beauty of the garden and the calm of the evening. “Priest Solomon sent me to speak with you.” Kol rose from his seat, “joinContinue reading “Once there was Darkness”
The Snake and The Rabbit
The Little Book The little book was on the table between us. I produced my notebook to make some notes. “Who do you think this woman is writing to?” Holmes was silent for a moment, which was his custom most of the time. “At present, us. We are the ones reading the narrative.” “There areContinue reading “The Snake and The Rabbit”
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