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Can’t Cry These Tears

So what happens now? Th sun is shining brightly, it’s beautiful rays streaming down through the clouds up above.Somehow, these past few weeks, my mood and my writings have closely been tied to the weather. No wonder it’s been a weird time for me, based on...

The Norwegian Ridgeback and a change of seasons

The truth hurts… and when you don’t want to face the truth and rather live in denial that’s all it does.. it hurts… from the inside.. like your chest is constricting and your heart has been ripped out… Why don’t clever people see...

Holiday

A temporary hiatus of a week seems to have done me good. Blogger’s block (which I initially spelt as Blooger’s Blog *now that would have given me something to write about), had me wound up tightly and I ended up writing a short story, which was published...

Darkside

This is the second part to the post from before… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A flash of light and a low rumbling sound indicates that the night can only get worse for me if I don’t find any cover soon. Another flash and I stumble as I see...

The World is Black

The cold night air.. frozen fingertips… dull ache in my weary bones… Decaying hope… an inkwell of forgotten dreams… memories of faces unfamiliar, unbidden, forgotten come to mind. This heavy cast of blackness unfurling its edges like a mother...