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I don’t think there are words that would be able to express in detail just how grateful I am for you to take the time out of your day and read my blog. It makes me feel beyond thrilled when you like and comment my posts. When I started my blog I never thought I’d like it as much as I do. It was created as a part of my building a writing career and promoting my contemporary romance novel but I never thought I would enjoy being a part of such phenomenal community so much. It’s… Continue reading 200 followers!!!

When Two Are One

When Two Are One Regardless of the provocation, I resisted. Although my fists balled so tight that I thought my fingernails to burst out of the back of my hand in sprays of crimson, I bit back the pain and sought the meditative calm of Zen. But, as always, my temper was not mine to control. One word from you and I poured upon them like a tsunami of pent-up rage. No one was spared. No one cared. The child, a young boy of perhaps ten, looked from them to me and back again, smiled, then took back his lunch … Continue reading When Two Are One

Black Satin

 The night drips around me in liquid satin, a perfect black. I can taste its velvety texture, hear its thrumming silence, sense the still. The pause before the final breath, the hush before the breaking storm, darkness slips its fingers around my throat and squeezes with the subtle kindness of a misplaced love. I am choking. I want more. Waking to dust mites caught in a single beam of gold, I wave the day away. Take me back, I whisper. Let me go. But the sun will not relinquish me; it never does. I pull up the covers and … Continue reading Black Satin

Do Not Disturb

 Sleep that oldest of adversaries has climbed in to disrupt my day. A ridiculously large coffee revives me in a way the fresh air has not, but not fully. I’m somewhere in between alive and not. There’s music playing in the coffee shop; I think it’s on repeat. I’m so tired I even contemplate posting a selfie to prove it. Not that tired though. I wonder when this zombielike state will disperse or if I’ll be treading the grey frontiers all bank holiday? Super market shopping is next. I’m dreading it! You may find me sleeping in the deep … Continue reading Do Not Disturb