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She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel securely around herself. Before exiting the bathroom, she rechecked that all the curtains were tightly drawn. Leaving the bathroom door ajar to light the otherwise dim room, she padded across her bedroom and sat on the bed with a sigh. It wasn’t a happy sigh,…
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Three friends. One table filled with glasses and empty plates. Three tired and guilty smiles.
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Belly Bytes post on All About Books inspired me to take this up. Also I had to write a post for today and I couldn’t think of a topic I wanted to write on and this came at the right time. Universe does come to the rescue when you’re desperate enough. Now to the questions:
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I am a writer. Words are my tool. The great world beyond my raw material and a blank page my mortal enemy and best friend. I can make worlds out of nothingness, take you on an adventure and occasionally even make you laugh. But writing is a solitary and isolating exercise. Even with all these…
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Anger As the chemo nuked her, she thought of the times she had not allowed herself to express her anger. But it had found another way. Fear Failed to succeed? Or succeeded to fail? Only fear could make sense of an equation where failure equaled success.
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Over the twenty-seven years of my existence, I have gathered precious nuggets of wisdom from my father (aka the Toothless Dinosaur) and I have decided you will benefit from this share. It is of course completely up to you how you choose to receive this information. I received it in all seriousness.
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Looking in the mirrorI saw an image that did not belong to meThere stood a young girlWith a smile on her face, stars in her eyesAnd the world at her feet.Who are you I asked a little perturbedShe looked familiar but still so different.
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