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What better way to do with a string... fly a kite string popcorn makes a cat's cradle in a basket and don't forget... to tie your shoes walk the doggie on a Yoyo with a string around your finger play a bass guitar make a string bracelet holding on to a fa...

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Child of Pain Part 3

A grandmother's Love

A Child of Pain: Part 3 Elisha pushed her chair nearer to her grandmother’s bed and gently rested her head on the mattress. She sighed. She felt tired as it had been a hectic week. She had gone to see her grandmother in the nursing home where she found th...

Across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet listening to the house tuberculosis cold embers in the dark's sweet peas leaping from the pod on no man's sod on the floorboards where now lay frost listening to Mama sing, "When I reach the city where all my lo...

The High And The Humble Chapter Four Merevale Horse Race

Much fun and a threatening situation at village fayre

Saturday morning found Jack Wetherley all a-tingle. It was another bright day and that pleased him. There was no need for Aunt Rose to wake him up, as she often had to do. She placed a breakfast of bread and dripping in front of him, together with the tea...

Importance of a Name

Every name has a meaning and importance to them.

I firmly believe names are very important and hold special meanings, including usernames. Names represent who a person is as an individual person. Epicellie was my former username. Most people do not recognize me now with my new username, Cora. In Latin,...

Tales From The Pub: A Tale of Curses

Two creatures of the night share a couple of drinks.

In a shadowy alcove in a darkened and dimly lit pub, a humanoid figure sits at a small table and holds his wineglass by the stem. He tips the empty glass first one way and then the other as he contemplates the small flickering light which rests in the cen...

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Of leaves rustling in nature's autumn breeze snoring in midnight's gentle symphony and the infinite waters of winding rills as twilight curls around the legs of hills caressing the shadows in life's energy whispering scented ginseng for tea in the falling...

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The High And The Humble Chapter Three

Jack and Becky get closer, as Jack prepares Rascal for the race

Early Wednesday morning, Alf and Jack made their monthly wagon trip into Merevale village to collect sacks of feed and three new saddles. Alf insisted that they pay a quick visit to see Vic, the village blacksmith. Jack smiled as he guessed Vic’s reason....

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Rebirth

Prey part 2

For a while, there was a vast nothingness. I had succumbed to the void and assimilated to it. There was no pain or joy. Only the slight general feeling of reprieve. It was only when the sound of a door unlocked, my heavy eyes fluttered open. “Victorine, m...

The High And The Humble Chapter Two

Jack and Rebecca form a steady awareness of each other and Jack learns of the dangers

Jack cautiously eased his mount, Rascal, alongside Ebony, on whom Sir Oswald’s niece sat, so relaxed now, so damned attractive, yet so far above him socially, as he asked, “Any particular direction, m’lady?” She replied firmly, “I’m not a m’lady. I’ve tol...

Autumn winds, moonless seas my heart begins to dream listening to the willow hair raining a different tongue whispering minuets echoing herons of endless wings in timeless shadows sung forever waves of emerald eyes and the falling gills of leaves listenin...

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In the patchwork quilt store life is but a thimble in a basket or lost in a pocket of time with a clock to mend the socks molding life around one's finger a goblet full of suspicious dreams in the patchwork quilt store

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