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Topic: This or That
Posted: 17 Sep 2018 16:53

Baked Potato

Winter or Summer Olympics

Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 16 Sep 2018 18:55

LEthargy

Topic: Today, I am grateful for
Posted: 16 Sep 2018 18:54

Today I am grateful for family, good news and good food.

Topic: I am
Posted: 16 Sep 2018 18:51

I am happy that I have a houseful of food and that my aunt's house is still standing after the hurricane.

Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 16 Sep 2018 18:49

You really shouldn't keep these in your closet. http://upload.storiesspace.com/189116893-6e7e0b2d63de7092653f0fa9f666e5e4.jpg

Topic: This or That
Posted: 16 Sep 2018 18:46

Clams and Linguini

Cut Flowers or a plant as a gift

Topic: This or That
Posted: 15 Sep 2018 23:29

Saturday

Bagel or English Muffin

Topic: This or That
Posted: 15 Sep 2018 07:31

Potato Chips

Scrambled Eggs or Fried

Topic: What Might You Find in the Closet of the person above you (IN PICTURES)?
Posted: 14 Sep 2018 19:02

http://upload.storiesspace.com/1675512443-new.jpg

Topic: This or That
Posted: 12 Sep 2018 18:58

Foot Rub

Manual Transmission or Automatic

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Stories Published By gillianleeza All Stories »

Recommended Read Learning to Fly

Dear Dad, I should have done this so much sooner but I am a procrastinator as you well know. Sharing my thoughts with you now is the very least I can offer. Soon you won't remember my words and perhaps not even my face. Fate is cruel, stealing your memories but leaving your body healthy and intact. From the time I was little I always felt safe with you. We had so much fun and not always...

Added 20 Sep 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 516 | 9 Comments

Recommended Read Snowstorm

Anticipation is high for the first snow of the year Trips to the store, for bread, milk and more Everyone feeling a bit anxious, maybe a bit of fear Checking my supply of batteries, the seals around doors Weather forecasters in their own heavenly bliss Staying up around the clock, inches first, then feet My hubby and I get ready for bed and share a night kiss With that much snow, we need...

Added 27 Jan 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 652 | 9 Comments

See Saw Soul

my soul to use any word spirals around and I cry backed into a corner it just wants to fly it loves and hates longing for space to live in peace not run in circles and race envying others lives watching them spin happy and content why is my skin so thin a recipe for happiness does it even exist here the entirety of my life searching drowning in fear no more doctors nor pills a formula...

Added 05 Mar 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 356 | 8 Comments

Misery Loves Company

As a parent, you warn your kids about the dangers of the world.  Hopefully, they grow up safe and sound, after heeding your good advice. I had managed to do just that, I raised three boys to their mid-twenties and they are good men.  I proudly passed on my sense of humor and sarcastic outlook on life to them. I was not aware that I had passed on one other thing.  The idea that if you are...

Added 04 Nov 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 454 | 10 Comments

We Always Go On

You used to worship and love all parts of me, do you still? Easy to do when things were tight firm and new Staring in my mirror, I see So many scars, flaws, surely you do too? Approaching from behind a kiss placed at the base of my neck Shh, stop, now's not the time I feel your lips travel and taste their way down to a scar on my arm Lingering, I try to pull away from you Hands turn me...

Added 25 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 369 | 8 Comments

Heart Flutters

A heart flutters Sit, wait, watch wonder Window sill a bird mutters Eyes please open, see Fingers touch, pulse strong Light return to me Hours, days, each pass Smells assault from this place This surely not the last Beep, a small change Sounds, a voice says my name Feet running, feelings range Relief, guilt all mixed up Back to me, the bird leaves Confusion, I offer you a cup ...

Added 10 Mar 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 528 | 8 Comments

Nighttime

It often starts with a small sound Maybe a little putt, putt or a sigh Some nights a freight train comes round I'm tired and need sleep, but no, I cry I do have choices, move to another room A pillow over my head, maybe earplugs too It's worse now that everything is in bloom Allergies, apnea, find out, but no not you I wander through most days, eyes bleary Love only goes so far, until...

Added 15 Jun 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 513 | 7 Comments

We Remember

When I am ashes upon the shelf Will you remember me When you feel your skin tingle Will you remember me When you sense a breath in your ear Will you remember me When you see my toothbrush by the sink Will you remember me When you see my pictures Will you remember me I saw your name written in a book And I remembered I inhaled the scent from your clothes And I remembered ...

Added 28 Nov 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 403 | 7 Comments

Gillian and the Three Mole Stories

Mole Story One I can't recall when I first realized I had a mole under my arm. It was located in the center of my armpit. Early grade school is my best guess. For the most part, I was blissfully unaware of its presence. Doctors had assured my Mother that it was harmless and there was no need to remove it. It was in third grade that my awareness of it became more pronounced. In those...

Added 06 Jul 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 341 | 7 Comments

The Death of G-Man, Say it Isn't So

I wasn't raging my attire was making me cranky. The Glad lady shows poor manners and tries to undo my dress or so I thought. What is she doing? Through the haze that lingers in the air, I see my beloved fall to the floor. This can't be the end! "Sergeant do something! Zip up, do your job, call for help and arrest her." I continue to sob and not rage. But miracles do happen. I see my...

Added 03 Feb 2018 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 218 | 6 Comments

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