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Unbroken Ties (Keeping Secrets 2) Prologue

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Literature

Scary Clown in a Car Park

There is an old adage that you can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies. This is not something that has ever vibed with Milkman. After all, idiocy attracts idiocy. Just look at politics, for fuck’s sake. A truly great hero would fight dangerous villains, not random people he meets in the street and assumes are actually supervillains despite all evidence to the contrary. As a point of fact, Milkman has spent more time than is possibly healthy wondering why his own personal rogues’ gallery consists of a single deranged performance artist, the former special adviser to Boris Johnson and his own social worker; yet not for one second entertaining the idea that, as the common denominator, he could be the problem. The story that follows illustrates this. For it was in The Year After The Year After The Year of The Three Prime Ministers that Milkman found himself locked in a multi-storey car park, armed with nothing but his wits, while facing a terrifying hoard of weirdness. The

Short Stories

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Literature

End of the Show

I want to say thank you To all of you who Blackened my heart Ripping it into parts The tears are for you all Who only encourage my insanity Bleeding me dry Unable to appreciate me I sat with you despite Despite my better judgement Wanting to believe That we could mutually be happy It's all over It's over now The tears won't stop falling As I descend into a deeper depression I thank you so much Opening my eyes to this world Cruelty surrounds my soul I wish I wasn't so cold Buried on the day of my birth Judged for my self worth Nobody wants a runt So I was left by the curb I'm crying because I didn't mean to be alive If I could've I would've already have died I'm sorry for being a burden Maybe in the next life I'll be to your liking I'm reaching the end of my show The point where the curtains close Forever....... 4/24/24

Poetry

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Literature

A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.2)

A First Lady-in-Waiting for Elisabeth of Austria Jeanne arrived in front of a double door made of solid ash wood. The door was adorned with the coat of arms of Queen Elisabeth, displaying both the fleur-de-lis of France and the silver lion with forked tails from the escutcheon of Maximilian II of Austria. The countess paused for a moment to compose herself. Her conversation with the Duke of Guise had deeply unsettled her. True, the duke regarded her almost as an enemy, which she was well aware of. However, there was more to the threat he had uttered than just the pleasure of unsettling a rival. No, something was brewing at the Louvre, and neither the Countess of Mourniac nor the Count of Oustremont were invited. Jeanne gently knocked on the door, which immediately opened to reveal a woman in her forties. She was dressed in a long black surcoat concealed under a warm and lengthy ermine pelisse – rather surprising for such a warm day – which she wore like a cape with the sleeves

Novel Chapters and Extracts

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Luke Ligner 3

Scripts

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Wishing And Hoping For

Non-Fiction

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Literature

Being Happy

Happiness is painting another painting with a brush Happiness is doing my thing and not in a rush Happiness is seeing you without even have to miss Happiness is knowing it already even if all is a mess Happiness is a feeling and I think a very big thing Happiness is listening to music and dance or sing Happiness is feeling lucky and understanding it all Happiness is feeling blessed and not have to fall Happiness is the key to living without limitations Happiness is being free and with my imaginations I think many new things I can already find I think I'm ready to leave all old things far behind Happiness is being myself without anyone's advice Happiness is staying true and having my own paradise Happiness is being with you without being sad Happiness well what is that? I think with that enough is said { Jill }

Poetry Archive

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Literature

Ashen Frost

There comes a day when summer's swallowed whole to drown in blood she shed in winter's wrath; Such dreams as these which paved her future's path are only childish wishes fit for coal. Evaporated scarlet renders null The burning summer's blist'ring screaming laugh As earthquakes ring on in her aftermath, the blinding maw of August takes his toll. O come, dear winter! Chase the light away; Your with'ring hand and paralyzing breath to slice the sky and darken blinding day. The blood may turn to frost, the dreams to death, And yet these trampled frozen roses lay Alike a glitt'ring road of hope beneath.

Poetry Archive 2

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Short Stories Archive

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