He sat at a picnic table shaded by an umbrella typically used by employees and the public, and he waited. All of the picnic tables, situated at the entrance to the grocery store, were sturdy and black, and bolted to the ground to prevent anyone from stealing them. They had purpose and function. Employees and the public alike sat … Continue reading I never asked what crazy things
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This is a wonderful tribute to Gabriel Garcia Marquez from Brenda at her blog, Burns The Fire. And it was Freshly Pressed! Congratulations, Brenda!
The man, outside my own, who I have long fantasized about being stranded with on a deserted island, is dead.
It wasn’t for the sex. I chose him because I couldn’t imagine a more ardent thinker, seductive conversationalist or outrageous dreamer, who, staring into the belly of extinction, could help keep me laughing, crying and sane. My people, trust a writer, the brain is a beast and will find ways to care for its shell. I can survive on food-for-thought alone.
She knew him: from that point on he was going to lose control, his speech would become disjointed, he would be at her mercy, and he would not find his way back until he had reached the end. She led him by the hand to the bed as if he were a blind beggar on the street, and…
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Recently, I visited the Preston Castle in Ione, California in Amador County for a historical tour. During the month of October, the Preston Castle also offers a thrilling haunted house and overnight ghost tours. This is not surprising considering it is believed to be truly haunted. Not only is there an unsolved murder in its past, but … Continue reading Haunted Places: A Tour of Preston Castle
It could be the upcoming change in seasons, but lately I've experienced a series of disturbing events that make easing into a purposeful post difficult. Instead you get to feel uncomfortable with me. Obviously, what I need is a sanctuary. I'd even settle for a tree house. Dear reader, I'll just get to the point. … Continue reading A Foggy, Uncomfortable Place
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