Hey I think you might well have cracked it Thomas .. You may be able to break an egg but you can’t beat a symbiotic bond now can ya squire .. This is smashing and has your literary DNA running right through it .. Neville 👍😎👍

Stimulating, intriguing, well said and creative. Great!

The pic drew us in but we read this twice and this right here , “obscure memories of
vaginas long gone.” We like this dude

Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend, you hit this one out of the park. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much.

The irreplaceable mistress. What would we do without her? I hit “tangerines and treehouses” and actually squealed! Brilliantly written, Thomas.

You are the best. Thanks.

Captivating .. and most original .. I was hooked and played fairly and squarely from one end to the very other .. Indeed, I am glad I felt compelled to check in & stop by .. All Good Things and write on brother M.E .. Neville 😎👍

It’s pieces like this gives food for thought, they seem to relate and then they don’t. Tight work dude

I do enjoy the back-and-forth of a conversation. The last line made me say, “Aww.”

Well written M.E The story was compelling and lovely in it’s delivery. Great job

Cleverly penned, ME. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like that! Indeed it was both best and worst times. Thank you so much! “)

This is much different than mainstream and I like it. Well written.

This feels like intimacy remembered through frost — awkward, tender, human as hell.
The beauty is in the fractures: jokes, longing, missed timing, love that never quite learned how to land.
Quietly devastating, and honest enough to sting.

This has a rhythm to it that makes it feel like it belongs in a song. Nice

Powerful and poignant.

Powerfully penned, Keith. I concur with Fia & Mary this has a lyrical feel my friend. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks Mary. You kick ass!

Cool. I’ll be waiting.

A shadow-born whisper, the phrase itself feels like a seed of myth, half curse, half invocation, sprouting in the dark soil of secrecy. A living emblem of power and paradox… The serpent coils around the hidden flame, a covenant etched in shadows and bone, from silence it blooms, a forbidden crown.