My First Time

Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns

I was sixteen. He, a mere fourteen months my senior. We sat facing one another, my knuckles wrapped tightly around the armrest, his hands lying casually in his lap. Conversation was light, the air around us tense for me, for him, not so much. He smiled mischievously and I, trying to hide the sheer panic creeping through my every vein, returned that smile with what could not have been more than a grimace. Suddenly, his position changed, as did his facial expression. We were no longer eye to eye. It appeared that he was rising, but without standing. From where I was seated and from what I could see between the tears flooding from my eyes, the smile on his face had become a huge grin accompanied by a full fit of laughter.

By the time the plane leveled, my brother had regained his composure while I was still dry…

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The Delivery of Raphael– The Daily Post 2

Talking to myselves

~Delivery- a setting free from something that restricts or burdens~

♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥

Raphael stooped and stared out of the tiny window of his living quarters– the only space that allowed any light to shine through. He wondered how it was that it had all come to this. He knew his father was proud of him… that running the family business was a thing he should be proud of. He had always liked the idea… had always been proud that it came so easily to him… wasn’t he?

But now, there was him.He had entered his life and delivered him from evil like Jesus Christ himself he thought cynically with his distaste for such beliefs. Now there was warmth… now– no pain. He wondered if he had ever allowed himself to truly feel before He jumpstarted his long dormant heart.

Everything was different now. How…

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Let Me Tell You A Tale… Wk #1. “It Was The First Time I Killed A Man”#amwriting #crimefiction #thriller

Author, Kim Knight

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You voted for the writing prompt “it was the first time I killed a man”so Didi and I responded. This is OVER 18 READING!  The prompt was both of our favourite, so thank you! We’ve had a ball, remember we never discuss the way the story should go. Author A writes her part and hands it to author B to finish. I just wanna say, I personally am so happy my path has crossed with Didi. I enjoyed her novel Aggravated Momentum and she is an excellent thriller and suspense writer.  I hope we are life long practice writing buddies to perfect our craft in our genre no matter where our careers take us. What caught our attention over each other’s suspense novels? The writing style! LOL.  Can you guess who wrote what? Comments and feedback welcome!

One thing Didi and I love are strong women…

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Do You Know Tom?

There are a few blogs I have followed for quite sometime that I thought I would do a little spotlight post on one of them.

I’m not sure if you folks have ever me Tom over at Tom Slatin.com, but his work is so cool.  I never claim to be any type of artist because when I see photographers like Tom it reminds me that I am, at best, an amateur.   I’ve know Tom for a couple years now and his work keeps getting better and better.  Several members of my family love his short stories too so be sure to check those out.   I know quite a few folk follow him on Twitter so here’s the link if you are interested.

The following is an excerpt from his writing notebook, dated April 3, 2017.

Sometimes I wish that I were an open book so that if by some chance, I might be understood, cherished, or admired, though thankfully in reality I’m not an open book. There’s something beautiful about being mysterious. I tend to keep my thoughts and feelings bottled up inside, posting some of my better thoughts and ideas on my blog, perhaps as evidence of sorts to support my claims of high intelligence. My anxiety and depression comes when too many people read it, or when I don’t get the reaction I was seeking. I regret sharing some things, though trivial and unimportant for fear of being judged.

 

Be sure to swing by and say hello to Tom.  Tell him Danny sent ya!!

Today’s Featured Blog is…Erichmichaels!

Erichmichaels!!

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Father’s Day. He always started off the week leading up to Father’s Day coming up with all the possible excuses not to visit his father. A presentation that needed tweaking, a new romance that needed coaxing…something. However, when it came right down to it, he always made the trip; this year would be no exception. He sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at his hands, thinking about how different he and his father were. He slowly rotated his hands around looking at the well manicured nature of them, the pushed back cuticles, the perfectly trimmed nails and the buttery, softness of his hands, and he felt acutely ashamed. He clenched his fists, feeling his trimmed nails bite into his palms. He would wait until dark to make the trip, so there would be less chance of other visitors.

A few hours later, he walks out of the…

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The sound of his steps…

Cyranny’s Cove!

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Curled up under the warm duvet, she fought sleep a little longer. She liked to let her thoughts wander before she lost control of them for the night. She revisited the day past, and  her mind focused on the sound of his steps earlier that afternoon…

– Oh yeah, I’ve been told before.. I’m a heavy walker, you know!

That thought seemed to amuse him, and he laughed heartedly as they kept going along the path in the woods. She blushed a little, embarassed to have mentionned something that now looked somewhat silly, just not to her.

She, herself had a stealth walk. Her feet never made noise when they touched the ground and people often criticized her for it.

“Ah!! I didn’t hear you coming! Stop scaring me like this! You always arrive like a mouse!!!”

She sometimes wished she had the confident walk of those high heeled women…

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In the dark…

This is Cyranny’s Cove!

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The vibration of the cellphone in her purse had gotten her attention as she was walking down the subway station stairs.

Where are you?

She simply turned it off. There was the temptation to write back something snippy like that saying she had seen online… “Don’t push me away and then wonder where I went” but it just wasn’t worth it.


He had invited her for their weekly one on one dinner. He enjoyed cooking, but hated having to eat the same thing three or four days in a row when he cooked for himself. As usual, they had enjoyed a real feast she had been looking forward to all week, and now they were resting on the large couches, listening to his latest choice of music.

It seemed they had known each other for ever. But it had been only a couple of months, since she had moved in…

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The Day My Life Changed

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It was a normal day. Rushing to get the kids off to school and get ready for the work day. Feed the dogs. The usual stuff or so I thought. I didn’t feel good that morning. Which I guess should have been a clue. I hadn’t had so much as a cold in years. That’s exactly how I felt though like I was catching a cold. No biggie life keeps going right! I remember having a little time to relax because I was working later that day and thought a cup of tea might help.

I became very fatigued. I thought oh please don’t let this be the flu. I don’t have time for this with the kids and I was a retail manager and it’s October. As I went to leave for work my left leg was so heavy. It was like sandbags were tied to my ankle. My eye…

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A new year’s limerick…

This is A Hansen Chronicle!!

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These twelve months weren’t easy to handle

From obits to fake news to scandal

One thing that’s clear

Is we *need* a new year

We’ve had about all we can standle!

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