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By Clem Onojeghu on Unsplash I remember her like yesterday, short, set in hourglass, bitchy af. The object of my love. Sometimes self-love. She was always with her minion. Ruth something. The minion would

by cloudsplash on unsplash The Perfect Relationship In the real world where love is a concept similar to the loch ness monster, there are successful relationships. The movies lie to you. Do you know the

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Tell A Story To Me, Oh The Endless Possibility, Let Your Imagination Run Free And Maybe Win Some SBD! Welcome to Tell A Story To Me. I have another prompt for you, and considering how amazing the stories

I used to be well known for my contests. Quick 24 hour challenge. When walking around the house one day. I noticed this crazy phenomenon. I used a cell phone to snap this photo. I used no filters or editing

Lydia was wearing his eye patch. She wanted to see the smile on her big pirate's face when he sees that Lady Lydia Hutton is now a pirate. Her binoculars were quivering as she anticipated Noel. She had

In that starry infinity of timelessness, there is something invaluable and profound, mercifully untouched by man's selfishness, so close to earth but lost in the background. I was given wings faster than

The 24 hour short story challenge (But you'll get a little more time than that...) I am fascinated by science fiction writer Harlan Ellison writing short stories in a book store window.   He wrote

I used to be well known for my contests. Quick 24 hour challenge. When awake doing stuff one day, I noticed this crazy stuff laying around the house. I used a cell phone to snap this photo. I used no filters

I seem to start every contest and winner announcement by apologizing for not getting it up on the day in which I said I would. Once again though, I was on a sail boat adventuring along the southern coastline

There she goes. Aline could hear other women talking about her. News of her divorce had spread in her little town. They'd been high school sweethearts, the golden couple of Point Melody. He'd been the