In life, we all play our part,
Like actors in a grand work of art,
Our roles are ever-changing,
And the plot is rearranging,
As we march towards our final depart.
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Michael Browne
I don’t know much about writing, or how a story ought to be told. I am just exploring how to share the pieces of me that have grown more challenging to hold.
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton3 days ago in Fiction
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