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    Quick Note

    Hey everyone, I’ve noticed a few people have had some trouble signing up. Since some of them were referred by you, just let me or Bobbington know if it happens. We’ll be happy to help and make sure they...

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    The Result of Never

    Written by J.DoucetteCopyright © September 2025 All rights reserved.The Result of Never:Life didn’t pauseIt didn’t warn meIt just shifted—and suddenly,there you wereI blinkedI gaspedno way… is this real?YesIt wasfor both of usIn that oneundeniable moment—it wasbut it takes workmutual...

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    Midnight Bells & the Rondeau: Love in the Shadow of the Purchase

    Midnight Bells & the Rondeau: Love in the Shadow of the Purchase     Louisiana had been returned to France from Spain and my gait had a new liveliness which could only be that of a lover. My fifty-year-old legs carried...

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    Day And Night in the Hot South

    Day And Night in the Hot South     A strange scent, like vanilla transports us to an exotic land where birds of paradise warble and the whippoorwill sings a lonely song.     In the muscadine wine dusk, we two souls sit...

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    • You’re such an excellent writer, John. There are so many rich lines that flow in this and I love the culture that emanates from it. In my mind I can hear “South City Midnight Lady,” from the Doobie Brothers.

      Great story!

      • Deep gratitude Tim. I very much appreciate your thoughts on this tale of mine. Really made my night. Love that you appreciated the culture emanating here. The scenes are the real place of my boyhood. Love that this reminded you of that song. Thank you so much.

        John

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    Kill It...

    "what doesn't kill you...makes you stronger"or so they say it might be truebut I'll tell you what I thinkit sounds like an abuser's excuseas usual...shifting the blame...to you ya know what else it creates?scars that never healfears that never weakentriggers unseen...sneaking...

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    • hello beautiful Willow it seems we are on similar wavelengths as of late the world has made me cautious and fear overtakes… great write you are not alone ❤️

      • The world is definitely not a welcoming place these days. I find myself retreating further from it every day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

    • POWERFUL AND POIGNANT.

    • That phrase neglects something; It hides the trauma that stirred the mantra to be uttered. It doesn’t really make you stronger. It makes you “on guard”.
      Your words ring true, Willow. Let it out and stand proud of it.

      • It’s reminiscent of “suck it up, buttercup” to me. They do the abusing & then try to say they’re doing us a favor by “toughening” us up. Scar tissue is just as sensitive…just that nothing grows there anymore. Thank you, Styxian

    • Into the book it belongs! Mic Drop, Willow. I got goosebumps! Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I’ve been much in my head of late. Kinda dark place in the world these days. My own demons are at least familiar. Thank you, my friend

    • Mic drop!! felt this too deeply love..

      🌹

      • Why are there so damn many of us? And the number just keeps going up. Thank you

    • Like the joker said “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stranger”. I think that’s a bit more accurate haha.

      Great ink.

    • Amazing work, Willow. I find myself blushing and cursing myself for never looking at that slogan from this point of view. I gave no thought of that phrase being anything more than absurd for its stupidity. Not that I never knew the pain — or felt it from my father’s hand, or saw it when my mother lay upon the floor with one leg jutting outward at an odd angle. I think I preferred to ignore it, not from shame or ignorance, but because the pain is still there, buried deep within my mind, still sticking in the knife. Thank you for this.

      • This is why I write. Because those images haunt. And everyday nonsensical phrases take on different weight when you look at them from the other side. I can never not be fractured. I’m a complete kaleidoscope but if I can draw light to bits and pieces, make people see differently, than maybe someone else won’t experience it later that day. Or they might recognize the truth in what is being said and know they’re not alone in feeling it. We don’t change the world in leaps and bounds, we change it in moments and inches. But it does change. Thank you, FlatDaddy

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