• Hey, guys! I’ve uploaded the last chapter to Mummy Issues II: The Emerald Princess! 😁 For now, I only have two parts of these series, but I’ll get back to it this year and tell you what happened with Alex and Smith 😉🌹

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    OUTCOME

    The current carried us downstream. We clung to each other to keep from drowning or being torn apart by the rushing water.We drifted for a long time until our feet finally brushed the riverbed. The flow was gentler here,...

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    • Very muchly enjoyed from one end to t’other .. I guess I should have started at the beginning of what I imagine is an ongoing story but I wanted to see where you are coming from & now of course have some idea .. Kindest of regards & all good things, my new found multi-lingual literary friend .. Neville

      • Hello Neville!

        Thank you! 😀 I think it’s the illustration that attracted your attention, that’s why you started from the end 😀
        Mummy Issues, part I and II, are exceptions in my portfolio, usually I write spy and detective novellas (which I will add later).

        Al

    • I have a lot to catch up…ugh, why can’t I be two people in one? Oh, are they all short standalone stories, or an ongoing series? The tags on them are different.

      • Hello Kay!

        There is a part 1 and 2 of the Mummy Issues series, each novella containing 10 chapters. So, this is the 10th chapter of Mummy Issues II. Sorry if the tags are a little confusing, it’s confusing for me, too LOL I’m new here, so I have to figure out how the site works 🙂
        So, if you want to read Mummy Issues II from the beginning, you should start with chapter 1 OUTLAW.

        Al

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    Zombie

    high octane riffs climb in my skullsoul fucking my minddesperation cringes I will never meet youexhausted glory, I will rage at another concertjust to greet you on the airyour fuck me energy, beathing down on mea sexual Sadist with...

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    • Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. I saw Rob Zombie with Fear Factory in concert in 1998. Great show. Appreciate you.

      • hello dearest Damian this is a true story I was close enough to touch him and did and the lewd thought came in my mind but I know better…1998 that was a great time must have been an awesome show thank you graciously for the love ❤️

    • This is sweat and stage-light devotion—desire roaring through amplifiers and shaking your ribs.
      You kneel to the myth but keep your edge; the hunger is raw, but the awe is real.

      • hello dearest Thomas I will be there for his upcoming concert they wear me out because I give him my all it will badass…I’m not a fan of anyones but I’m his fan ❤️thank you graciously for the great review ❤️

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    We Were All New Roses Once

    We bloom at different timesScenting the air with the aroma of newPetals supple and silky to the touch When spring clouds weepWe catch them on our petalsto adorn them like diamonds We had thornsTo deter the ill reputeWho could not wait...

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    • This is excellent Fia!
      Well done chica:)

    • Nah, I identify as a scraggly ol pine tree. LOL. But I love the sentiment expressed in this write! It is very clever with the ideas and imagery. it gives us hope!

    • hello lovely Fia someday we’ll be brand new again this is beautifully written ❤️

    • Beautifully penned, Fia. This is a lovely write my friend, always a fan of your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

      Damian

    • Oh damn, girl! This is a brilliant piece of writing. Not only the idea of roses, but each stage and facet of their existence…and we are indeed like them! 🌹

    • It’s a shame we can’t be new roses longer. We get older and look back at how we could have dome things better. But alas, we start to wilt and time goes on until we are dust once again. Good one Fia.

    • My grandmother (my mom’s mom) had rose bushes in her backyard and roses often found their way onto the dinning room table. I would help her sometimes with weeding and tilling the soil around the bushes. It was a fun job getting my hands dirty and listening to her tell stories of her life. Your poem reminded me of her and some pieces of my younger self came alive as I read. I think Fia, if we keep those memories in our minds we are always young for they make us who we have become.

      Thanks for sharing this tender poem, Fia
      -Curt

    • This is quite a refreshing piece.

      My Grandma was called Rose and I was named after her.

      I admire your connection to nature and the surroundings.

      I find this exquisite and delicate in its own way.

      Peaceful and pleasant read. x

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