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Posts I rather forget but can’t bring myself to delete.

Chilly Night Poem – Query

In the last story I made a lot of changes from the original to make sure it made sense, but now I’m curious, which one do you prefer? The last one, or, this one: Look through the midnight winter and the frost beyond your…

Only witches could be expected to follow such an outlandish creed!

https://destinysspiritualjourney.wordpress.com/2017/07/12/the-13-goals-of-a-witch/ Thanks for subscribing!

Whether it’s song, picture or poetry, I cannot resist a good story.

https://amandwrites.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/on-bar-acquaintances/ Thanks for subscribing!

About My Site

I’ve always pondered about life, about the choices we make, how society is run, how the world is; and I express these thoughts through poetry and stories. I cannot promise you answers, for the truth is highly personal, whether factually correct or not. We…

Those who seek Greatness

People are not created equal. Some born earlier than others, some with a head start to greatness. Such people can be found as they are the fast learners, the ones that knows certain things by heart.  They have done this before, they know what…

Humans Can Do Anything

Today we have every tool imaginable to do virtually anything. All the resources we can think of to accomplish greatness. That is why we now reach towards the stars, the ultimate frontier. “We do it not because it is easy, but because it is…

Authenticity

Originally posted on Heartstring Eulogies:
Photo credit @lavenlay. “In a pool of infinite darkness called life, don’t fear that light glowing beneath surface.” I am more than micro-tales of love or unbearable heartache. I am more than just pretty pictures with shallow words on…

A Dream Void of Taste, Feel, or Smell

I had a dream last night. A frightening dream. It was nighttime and the earth was scorched. I stood on a hill, at a ledge with a view of the horizon; although it was too dark to see anything clearly. At the corner of…

Western Courtesy – Very Short Story 

The music and the motions of the violinist mesmerised him. The beauty and the skill in creating those notes were unmistaken. It formed the perfect atmosphere for the purpose of the party. He glanced around, finding people in fancy suits and pretty dresses that…

A Lord Hated – Very Short Story 

Fame lent him no comfort as he sat in his study, watching the mob on the other side. Only a wall prevented them from amassing on his property. As he watched, he felt like a lord, a lord hated, and protected by the provision…

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