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Dancing To Ray Charles: ch 01, Two Dancers

She needed the nice guy, but wanted her bad boy.

xxxIn the spring of ’68, it was the worst of times. Student protests raged from the Sorbonne to Berkeley. Civil rights demonstrations and anti-war rallies were turning violent. Martin Luther King was dead; Bobby Kennedy would be soon. Hundreds of other Am...

Growing Up Ranch Chapter 11 Horsey Tales. My growing up ranch was quite unusual even in its day. The reason was we were one of the few ranches that worked our cattle exclusively with horses. These “beasts of burden” became friends and companions, each wit...

Anxiety

Today, is not the day.

Thoughts fly through my head,  a million plus one because a million simply won't do. Pain, and heartache the mistakes I made yesterday a year ago, and the year before that.  Emotions become jumbled is it real, or is it my brain Is it playing tricks on me ...

Lost

When you got lost in your own hell...

Thought words are lost with me forever, The blackness I have felt made me numb. Guiding me to stand on my own two feet, Made me realize you never left by my side. Making me find my words again to write, Always my muse to inspire me to grow. This made me w...

Some days are worse than othersBut just the same, some days are better than othersAnd when there not a lot goes through my mind I feel like I'm not enough Or like what I do won't make a differenceI feel like my world falls apart and every single turn I ta...

I'm told I'm too picky I'm told to lower my standardsTo stop wanting what I want I'm told my type is too rare and that I will never find that My type? I don't have a type  I mean if you count human qualities a type then I guess I do  I want him to love me...

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A Ghost Story

This is a true story.

I only did a short run last night. The day had been hot, and I had already run almost every day this week. Also, I was on call for work. Technically I'm not supposed to be more than 15 minutes from being able to get online in response to some technical is...

Anonymous

Julian bought the girl at an auction. Cheap.She was thin and small with auburn hair that covered half of her back. Her hip bones jutted out and her ribs showed. He could count her vertebrae. She was perfect.She was drugged and flown to his home in the cou...

Old man. Why do you sing in the snow? ... I fear I could break history with my tears. ... Yes I see, Our lives shatter like thin ice.  The will of the river shall run deep. ...Old man. Why do you cry? ... I fear nothing anymore. For you have found me and...

Anonymous

Instruments of Pain

"...et nos cedamus Amori." -P. Vergilius Maro

Sticks and stones are vicious things,The hurt they bring intense.Whips and chains make chosen painIn careful increments.Words are better -- stronger tools.Brutal, ruthless, savage.They break no bones -- those truths, those lies.More potent is their damage...

Anonymous

The witch never knew what trouble teenagers could be until Rapunzel turned fifteen. The girl whined constantly about boredom. She complained at every turn about her milk, bread, and honey diet, though it had been perfectly acceptable until now. Worst of a...