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The doorbell rang. Carrie moved slowly to the window and peered through the curtains. The ice creeping from her heart through her veins day by day...
Living in sin, with sin, by sin, for sin, every hour, every day, year in, year out. Waking up with sin in the morning, seeing the curtains drawn on...
The art of pleasing is the art of deception—Luc de Clapiers I never liked myself—even as a child. I always felt an imaginary audience...
Me thinking any of you would actually be interested in reading what I post here.
I knew my parents’ generation—the Roaring Twenties, the Dirty Thirties, even the fighting Forties—decades don’t abruptly end—they persist at least another...
“Daddy, what are you doing?” He closed the heavy tome and laid it carefully on the table. There weren’t many of its kind left. He handled it gingerly...
GenerationsBy Angenette Wills "Even after 45 years..." Marla was saying when we first bumped our mindless, robotic bodies into each other outside of my...
A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color...
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. —Emily Bronte Unearthing archeological artifacts is one thing—retrieving religious...
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