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Good Humans and Romeo

  The Beginning. George and the Cup. She started to pack the silver cup. “No.” Turning to me with the cup in her right hand and the open box in her left, LaToya said, ”What?” “That cup is mine,” dropping … Continue reading

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Still Writing

Just wanted to let you all know I’m writing away–Izzy’s Story is coming along. With my creative writing group’s help I have changed my POV. Izzy’s chapters are first person and my chapters are also first person. More challenges! I … Continue reading

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It’s Been a While

Hello there! It’s been a while since I entered a post. It’s not that I haven’t been writing–I’ve been quite busy writing away. It’s because I started a new book with NaNoWriMo and I have been working on it. The … Continue reading

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Angela and the Chip Drag

The hi-lo came charging at her. A huge machine, powerful, with a heavy load. The grey-haired, muscular, bearded driver may have had a partially obscured view. Barreling down the narrow aisle he was driving forward because he carried one steel … Continue reading

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Timber Bamboo and Me

Here and there I see patches of hot white sky. The sun would burn me if it wasn’t held back by the tall, skinny, green trunks of the bamboo trees. They tower over me in my slightly reclined position. It … Continue reading

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A Twelve-Year-Old’s Dreams

At the tender age of twelve I had two recurring dreams. They came to me during the night and stayed with me during the day. One I welcomed; one I feared. The lion cub was my responsibility. I fed h… … Continue reading

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A Twelve-Year-Old’s Dreams

At the tender age of twelve I had two recurring dreams. They came to me during the night and stayed with me during the day. One I welcomed; one I feared. The lion cub was my responsibility. I fed him, … Continue reading

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