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Stumble

I keep ending up back in this place that I know — a dungeon of my own making, a place wherein I feel myself bound, muffled, and no matter how familiar the landscape, I know I will stumble, and I … Continue reading

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DeathWatch II No. 25 – I’ll Never Be Safe

This is Issue #25 of DeathWatch, Book II: tentatively called Heart Of Ilona, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find DeathWatch, the first in the series, or start from the beginning of Book II! Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * * … Continue reading

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100 Words: What It Meant

She fell asleep in the bath again; waking as he pulled her from the cold water, wrapped her in a towel, cupped her face in his hands. He looked in her eyes (left, then right, then left again) — he … Continue reading

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DeathWatch II No. 24 – I Needed This

This is Issue #24 of DeathWatch, Book II: tentatively called Heart Of Ilona, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find DeathWatch, the first in the series, or start from the beginning of Book II! Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * … Continue reading

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100 Words: Deserves

An electrical cord around the throat will not kill you if you cannot find a way to tighten the noose. It is hard to make the cord make knots when your hands are shaking. Misery makes your hands shake. Life … Continue reading

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