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mythsofthemirror.com
For visually challenged writers, this is a silhouette of a young person walking in a street in a darkened and empty city. Overhead is a huge moon eclipsing the sun. Thank you to everyone who responded to February's prompt. I loved reading and sharing your stories, poems, and artwork. Now, heading in a new direction... |
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herwritinghaven.com
There's a small cityI never really see,right outsidein front of me. It's hidden in the glenthickets deep,where the cloverlikes to creep. The little city bustleswith a steady flowof creatures so tinythey're hard to know. So, at last, today,I opened my eyes,shook to my coreby the loveliest surprise. A small cityI'd never really seen,right outside,all for... |
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robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com
I'm honored that Robbie chose one of my books to be a part of this #poetry readathon. Won't you join in, too? |
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johnwhowell.com
"Tempeste. What are you doing?" "I'm checking out the outside." "Why are you doing that. You know it's 100 degrees out there." "I kn0w but I'm thinking of asking Dad to get the pool out." "You know it is still too hot even for the pool." "I suppose you are right. Why aren't you playing... |
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