I like how you blend Mayan and African in this. The gods would never be as severally punished as a human would. Then she found or they found someone for her. To make her behave. I like it.

Deep gratitude. I very much appreciate your reflections on my story. Love your impressions on my story. Really means so much to me. Great thanks.

John

This is such a truly mesmerizing story. I was captivated from the very first line. You weave a vivid, beautiful tale of myth, transformation, and empowerment.

Tayanna’s journey from mortal victim to spiritually and physically reborn heroine is stunning, and I love the playful ending where she cleverly draws her distracted partner back to their love and intimacy. A brilliant blend of legend, heart, and agency.

This, to me, is a story of trials and the wisdom that is gained from them for Tayanna. It’s also about second chances and forgiveness. The potion itself seems a lock and key. Well done, John.

Marvelous piece here John. You have the gift of telling a story and keeping us intrigued from start to finish. A story I would love to see converted to film. Bravo!

Hoi hoi Chère E.,
Being Dutch, I love the rain when it pours into the North Sea. I admit you’ve won me over.
Your lovely write softens my heart and the more than lovely artwork does the rest.
Please, keep them coming!
Kind regards, Gus

Sir, as Autumn sheds its leaves, metallic golds an’ brass will live their last before collection, storage in bins, bags or covered heaps. Here an’ there working their best in the dark but – preparing to light another season’s spirit and – soul-like soil! 🙂

I used to love to play out in the rain when I was a child. I must still be, because I still love rain and will walk very slowly through it when I go to my car from my house or vice-versa.
Is it God crying? I doubt it…He is probably dousing us with it to cleanse our hearts and souls.
Nice write, em.
j.

Brought me memories of the sound of rain on a tin roof at our old house, and the smell of petrichor. A wonderful write! “)

Many, many thank yous, M.E! Enjoy your happiness.

Very pretty, romantic words. Thanks, Emma.

Don’t look at the past as ‘wasted’. Brought to your island shore and very far more look back at it as beautiful. Bravo!

It does sound like a town that has been forgotten. You described it well, so sad.

I lived there for 17 years. But had to move, the police moved out and glitches moved in. They set up tents and overtook the place.
j.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can see this being read at a podium. I feel the convictions in your words.

I hate what is happening with the Epstein case and the lack of respect for the victims…and all the covering up and protecting of those who committed such evil deeds.
There is no conscience, no conscience. Cold, rich people.
j.

Powerful and poignant. Fantastic.

The world is strange these days. I don’t understand some of these people, but honestly it’s a good thing. It means I haven’t sold my values.

I trust one day we will have our strength shown again.

Great ink friend.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent work my friend, you always bring it. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sometimes the question we ask ourself is are we damaged or is the world damage. We love the piece Lady, tight