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As extraordinary writers we open a world of wonders using words that flow with beautiful creative expression. Our short stories and poems are compelling and long to be expressed in a way that nurtures imagination and realism to bring you satisfaction. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. THE LANDLORD LIVES IN THE BASEMENT. The Landlord Lives in The Basement. What I bought was hard work, disappointment and misery and a tenant family that would redirect my destiny. Go see the landlord he lives in.
Monday, November 1, 2010. This year on Halloween the moon hung fat and bright over a little village somewhere in Ireland. And went on with their plans for the rest of the evening. And believing or not, if one was out and about the moonlit Irish countryside tonight, they could not deny that it was .
Abbey Finds Jenny a Home. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. As twilight glistensFrom starlight give listen. Born in Heaven fresh and new. Pure as soul innocent true. Uniquely fragile a lonely destiny. Dance and twirl soft reflection. Whitest down upon new snow. Caught up in a frozen mist.
Write a love Letter an Share This Blog With Me. Monday, June 28, 2010. 8220;Bill, I want you to handle all incoming and out going mail and be in charge of mail order distribution. 8220;That sounds to me like one hell of a lot of work. 8220; It is! Back to Big Daddy Cash. Here are two of the most recent love letters to Elena.
Saturday, January 28, 2012. Working on a new novel. I feel as if I was called to do this work. But called by whom? This could lose me some close friends, and definitely will anger some family members. What WOULD Jesus do? Tuesday, September 7, 2010.
Thursday, July 8, 2010. I search for words that will not sting. A memory in time that is not bitter. Why is my soul so despairing? My life has not ended, its beginning. Why do I not, grasp this gift? Learn to live an honest existence. Settle down have a few kids,. Get that white picket fence and. Oh wait, I had all that,. I let it go for alcohol and pills. I lived vicariously through others. Allowed them to abuse me,.
Saturday, August 14, 2010. As tired bodies lay to rest. To dream of mystic lands. And let your imagination expand. Showing us things that could be. And memories of the past. And the hopes of our heart. For a glimpse of time, these are ours. To see in delight and horror. Until the distant waking hour. But when we wake from slumber. Gone for a time, perhaps forever. Nothing, is as it seems.
Friday, August 13, 2010. When I was A child. When I lay in bed at night. Visions of little people came into sight. They were so real to me. In my memories they will always be. The fireplace had hot coals glowing. Outside the cold wind would be blowing. I could see them in the firelight. They never seemed to give me fright. They resembled little gnomes and elves.
Monday, July 26, 2010. Just call me a fallen idealist. Right now I just think; pass me that drink so I can get pissed. And forget all these worries. I tried so hard to defeat what I felt inside. And these feelings are getting harder to hide. Friday, July 23, 2010.
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Sunday, August 22, 2010. The Tale of A Cowgirl. I ambled into the old Saloon and sat where my Daddy sat. I remember one day a pretty lady passing by and he said, One day youll look like that. I rolled my eyes and pulled down my hat, kicking dirt in the old Saloon. I knew in my heart no lady would I be, just a lonesome old cowgirl running wild and free. As I entered into the old Saloon, I sat in my Daddys seat. I looked around as I felt his hand, and his presence surround me. Written by Tamara Lesley.CONTENT
This web page tamara-lesley.blogspot.com states the following, "Sunday, August 22, 2010." We saw that the webpage said " The Tale of A Cowgirl." It also said " I ambled into the old Saloon and sat where my Daddy sat. I remember one day a pretty lady passing by and he said, One day youll look like that. I rolled my eyes and pulled down my hat, kicking dirt in the old Saloon. I knew in my heart no lady would I be, just a lonesome old cowgirl running wild and free. As I entered into the old Saloon, I sat in my Daddys seat. I looked around as I felt his hand, and his presence surround me."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
Wednesday, September 8, 2010. The night becomes you darling,. Darkness, conceals your face. And cloaks, the wrinkled visage,. Our magnets tug - decayed. Skin, Flesh and Blood found guilty. By passing time, betrayed. We no longer dwell, upon the shell,. That secretes, increasing pain. Rather, in our minds, re-live the joys,.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010. Until There Is A Cry! Poem By Swan Song. Until There Is A Cry! Until there is a cry. That rises from the earth. At such a pitch,. At such a volume,. At such a wildness,. At such a strength of resistance,. At such a horror of seeing. No lasting peace will come. 169;2010 Poetry by Amber.
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