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Her face is smiling up at me from the announcement section of the morning paper. Right there next to his depraved grin, she stands beaming, happy to show off the ring. I wonder who paid for it. Tossing the paper in the trash near the door, I walk out into the morning throng. The sun […]
I have noticed that the older I become the faster time moves. I remember when I was young it seemed like days lasted forever and I couldn’t wait to be a grownup. Well, being a grownup is not all that it is cracked up to be. I really miss those days of no bills and
So is one of those filler words. Similar to like and very. These are words that are overused, really mean nothing, and don’t add anything to a sentence. If you are writing and you see “so”, “like”, or “very”, take a minute and rethink their use. Do you really need them in that sentence? Are
I have decided to try my hand at the A to Z Challenge this year. If you are unfamiliar with the challenge then please visit their page to learn more and to get involved. Today is the traditional theme reveal day, in which each blogger that is participating reveals what their theme for the
Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “sign.” “Looks like signs of trouble up ahead” Jeb nodded toward the flashing lights around the next bend. I didn’t feel much like talking so, I nodded and went back to my own thoughts. This day had been one sign of trouble after another. First, the
“When I see you smile” This lyric is the first thing that came to my mind when I saw today’s prompt. Back when music was great and our hair was big. Maybe, I’m partial because that happened to be when I was a teenager. Am I aging myself? Oh, well, I will get over it. I
I am Lady Gray, the banshee, the old crone, the sound of wind howling in the night. I bring with me the loneliness of the ages, the lamentation of the lost souls, and the wails of the living who mourn them.
Her name was Laurel just like the flowers that covered the mountains in the spring. Her face told the story of her life, every wrinkle a new chapter, every line contained a tale. She was old as the mountains and as young as the buds on the trees. On warm days you could see
