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The Seeker; The Cry of the Banshee

 [Its occurrence] is most strongly associated with the old family or ancestral home and land, even when a family member dies abroad. The cry, linked predominantly to impending death, is said to be experienced by family members, and especially by the local community, rather than the dying person. Death is considered inevitable once the cry […]

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Warm is the Wood; A Re-telling

The following short story is a new version of an already published project of mine titled, “Warm Wood”. The title as well as a significant part of the story has been re-written. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment. Warm is the Wood   ******** “Long ago the West was a wild […]

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Don’t Say Anything

It took Adam only a couple days to figure out he loved Iris, and only two years to take her out on a date. She was everything, plain and simple. Iris had known Adam for over two years and had never known anyone she could open up to so honestly. She trusted him, plain and simple. […]

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Friday

You wake up thirty minutes later than usual. It’s Friday, life is good, and the morning is here! The dishes in the sink aren’t a hassle to clean, their chatter as they are washed and stacked mingle together with the songs of sparrows outside the window. They seem ever excited for the new day and […]

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Progress of a writer; Day 23

Have you ever gripped a pen, having its blackened tip just above an empty page? I have spent eons at that precipice, countless thoughts and ideas being thrown over the edge in uncertainty, feeling each unworthy to be made permanent upon the page. So now I simply reflect that there is little else to write about but this […]

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Cold Eggs

The man is in a state of animation.  His body in motion. He is not just another body on the street. Not just walking by with his head held down. His head is up; his eyes out; mouth open. The traffic between us mutes his words, but I can see their effect on his body. […]

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