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The Last Goodbye Open in new Window. (18+)
Story of a mother's sacrifice and a daughter's love. Flash Fiction Entry 03-02-2025

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A war weary soldier writes to his beloved.
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15th year at writing.com
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Blackstone Cove Open in new Window. (18+)
Exploring a light-hearted adventure story I've had in my head for a while.
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A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.

         -John Steinbeck-
                   Of Mice and Men

One of my all time favorite books.

Happy 123rd birthday John!
Just once I want to experience the feeling of punching a raw burger like Gordon Ramsay.
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In one reading of this, I'd say you can have this feeling, for the cost of burger ingredients and possibly some dish soap.

In another reading, the one I am becoming illogically attached to, I'd say you can have the experience if you're willing to pay for the lawsuit after you both punch Gordon Ramsay and call him a raw burger.
Raven Author Icon - The rambling side of me is almost too hurried for commas, *Left* like that one. Grodon was once a rugby player. He'd probably just call me a donut before he annihilated me.
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Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.

-Clive Barker
         The Hellbound Heart


I'm tired of winter, Clive. I can't go fishing in that.
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It's not the peanut butter that's the problem; it's the jam. It's not the melt that's the issue; it's the ice jam.
That's an excellent quote! I'd never seen that one, but I'll jot it down now.

I hope the frost stops biting soon and the fish start! Best of *4leaf* luck!
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Ch.1 - Genesis Open in new Window. (18+)
The Business of Perdition chapter 1
Took the scissors and white-out to this, but I think it flows better now.
Break time read. I'm a slave for the classics.
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I love the unexpected appearance of the cowboy in that book. Everybody forgets about him and he's my favorite!
This is one of my favorite classics. You've got a beautiful edition, though I'm partial to my own hardcover edition. I'm probably due for a reread of my copy.
Just remember to keep the lights on and the garlic handy. *Wink*
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The gorgeous view of Pandæmonium had eroded from the grand vista which I beheld whilst in the distant forest to a ghastly juxtaposition of both regal beauty and stark hideousness. The spires and great buildings still stood proud and vigil over the sharp gables and parapets and cast long shadows over the lower, stouter minarets and the tall, seamless wall that encircled it. If that were the entirety of the panorama, my inspired awe I carried from the forest would have held fast. However, ramshackle rot marred the hopeful beauty of a once pristine city. Shanties and shacks sprawled about in cloistered dereliction, packed one against the other beneath the shadows of the city in a perpetual dusky gloom. Every decrepit building was constructed entirely of scraps, neglected lumber, tattered fabrics and rusted nails. Narrow, dark alleys separated the claustrophobia of the shantytown beneath the looming towers and weaved a warren of disarray cluttered with all-to-common squalor of poverty and neglect.

W.I.P. snippet of chapter 4.
Finished. Great read, by one of my favorite writers.
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The Business of Perdition Open in new Window. (18+)
A few chapters to my ongoing work in progress. Ask for passkey for more chapters.
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