First posted Sept. 19th 2022
Tag Archives: emotions
Coreopsis 4
Shyreka was once a war torn land. Two brothers: Simon and Phillip were as different as night and day. They kept the country in battle for 60 years. Over time 75% of the population had been decimated. Simon had tried five times to call a truce. Phillip would never agree. He wanted everythingContinue reading “Coreopsis 4”
Lost Past; A Star Trek Story
Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation. Acid “When they arrived at Data’s door, it would not let him in. “Access denied.” He tried again. “Access denied.” “Override Picard, Jean-Luc, Captain, Beta Alpha Gamma.” “AccessContinue reading “Lost Past; A Star Trek Story”
Coreopsis 3
Jack sat in the dimly lit lab turning the letter over and over with trembling hands. He could tell nothing from the outside. It just looked like any other letter. But it wasn’t. It was from her. His stomach churned at the thought of what she had written. No, she couldn’t come. WithContinue reading “Coreopsis 3”
Night Sky
A little love
Love is patient, love is kind.It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.1 Corinthians 13:4-5 https://youtu.be/NTxxEdBIL6Y?si=0JVCSqDopKHn6r-P
Sunshine Valley
I’d like to thank Nolcha Fox, Editor Chewers by Masticadores and Editor LatinosUSA for the lovely write-up about my book Sunshine Valley. And Violet Lentz for a wonder foreword. Check out her work at:https://violetslentz.home.blog/ Thank you 💕
Winter Season
I’d like to thank Nolcha Fox, Editor Chewers by Masticadores and Editor LatinosUSA for the lovely write-up about my book Winter Season. And Ted Wallenius, you can read his work by following this link,https://tedsdeskof1000voices.com/, for writing an amazing foreword. Thank you 💕
Reaching for something
Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark. Searching the unknown. Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing. Searching the darkness for anything. A string. A cord. A hand. An idea. Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”
Not my home
I sit here staring at a computer screen; this world is not my home. Traffic flows past my window; this world is not my home. I flip over to read the headlines: body shaming, violence, natural disasters; this world is not my home. There’s an emptiness inside me that burns; this world is not myContinue reading “Not my home”
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