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The Elephant in the Writing Room: Avoidance

It wasn’t my conscious intention at the outset to draft the writing elephant in the room, but that was what I did. Case of the Deadly Stroll was, on the surface, a fantasy noir mystery. A layer down, it was … Continue reading

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The Wait

In school, she painted smiles. At home, at night, she waited for floorboards to creak outside her door, for her door to open. Outside, children waited for birthdays, the Easter Bunny, and Santa on his sled. Inside, she waited for … Continue reading

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Pluvial Night

Runaway, pluvial night. Cold in her bones. Unwanted. Undone. Uncertain life was worth another breath. Hurting to her soul. PTSD in the making. Each step, each raindrop, another reason to kneel in surrender. Awakening inner voice. Unforeseen inner strength. Walking … Continue reading

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Victim No More

Shrinking, wilting, trapped in the darkness, cowering. Victim. Managed, abandoned, stamped with a label, damaged. Outcast. Hopelessness, lifelessness, assistance that fades away, faceless. Forgotten. Grasping, seeking, the fickle left behind, standing. Awakened. Pneuma, yoga, sparking the strength within, survivor. Worthy. … Continue reading

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She Remembered

She remembered. In that moment, she remembered. Part of her brain had urged her to forget, but she remembered anyway. Pieces at first. Fragments. A gasp, a tear without a home. What no one should recall, returned. To help heal … Continue reading

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Making it Right

Little though she was, she knew what it was to be discarded. The rock she sat upon was home, the road walked alone, brokenhearted. Waking dreams walked, beside her they talked about hope and purpose. Imagination held her, hand in … Continue reading

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Too Deep to Shatter

For too long it was a pain endured, a visitor to her room at night, a mirror for her steps when she tried to flee. They hadn’t locked him away, but they should have. They hadn’t erased her memory, but … Continue reading

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A Matter of Trust

I take my story titles quite seriously. Of the five for Riparia’s series, four are derived from the same scene in Bk1, Trust in the Forgotten. Where, though, does that one come from? It’s a product of the the novel’s … Continue reading

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Threadbare Rabbit

How silly, having kept bunny, how overly sentimental. An old, stuffed rabbit, stitched and mended, the fabric loved until threadbare and thin. Oh bunny, never forgotten, poor flattened rabbit. Two small hands in size —just right for a child’s grasp, … Continue reading

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Each Night, Each Day

Each night, in the shadow of her dream state, she battled the past’s threat, it’s childhood terrors, where she waited for her bedroom door to open. Each day, in the clarity of determination, she rebuilt her life anew, shouting defiance … Continue reading

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