How To Commit the Perfect Murder
It had to make a statement. His murder had to tell the world what kind of a man he was. He needed to suffer just like he caused women to suffer. To be humiliated, abandoned, and desperate for help.
It had to make a statement. His murder had to tell the world what kind of a man he was. He needed to suffer just like he caused women to suffer. To be humiliated, abandoned, and desperate for help.
This was the first time I realized that boys could do things that girls were not allowed to do and it was so not fair. My mom agreed and so her and my maternal Grandfather went out and bought me a tricycle
She held the collage in her hand focusing her gaze on 23. What a pretty face 23 had. Checking her notes she saw that 23 had her photo taken in Middlesex in 1922. She called Jacques…
I may be a little off theme today but, a photo and a late night phone call inspired today’s post.
Mr. Anders had seen a family tossed out by hired men just hours after the father had been killed in a mine explosion. A woman heavy with child and four little children with nowhere to go tossed out like garbage. He could still hear her crying and screaming in Italian not understanding what was happening.
Could this child be a relative, maybe a distant cousin with those blonde eyelashes like mine and that nose that looks like my son’s? I don’t recollect any family in the Scott’s Run area but sometimes families traveled when a mine closed.
Today is April 1 which means its the first day of the A to Z Challenge. Last year I did poetry and poets, but this year I wanted to do something a little easier (less research) and also more creatively challenging. This year I am using random old photos that I found on Flickr Commons as …
Shadows of yesteryear fall long upon the empty walls Reminding me of all the lives lived. If walls could talk would they give up their secrets as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon. Suitcases forbidden rendezvous loves lost passions found Desperation loneliness death What tales would they tell Would they hold our secrets close …
A quatrain poem consists of verses consisting of four lines or an entire poem consisting of four lines. It is not as simple as just any four lines. The lines must have a rhythm and rhyme to them. This rhyme and rhythm and different for different types of quatrains. The most common kinds of quatrain are: BalladStanza – …
If you have spent any time on my Facebook, you know how much I love inspirational quotes. I thought today being P would be perfect for me to make some pinnable pictures using some of the quotes I have collected. I wanted to make this as inspirational as possible and encourage you to write more poetry …
O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! …