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after more than a decade of virtual hugs and late night chats, the four girlfriends have finally met again for a summer picnic. two married, one engaged, one still single, they've bonded because of one common denominator: a guy they played love with. a nerd from college who's known for his ragged blue jeans and an old-day-smelling shirt. under the hot sun with… Continue reading The Picnic
An eerie blanket of silence wrapped the courtroom. The accused stood, confidently, without a trace of remorse on his rather innocence eyes. Without reading the grim report of a young married woman who went missing, then body parts being discovered one by one-- legs, arms, head-- none can even guess the suspect would be a youthful… Continue reading Missing Heart
I asked my mom this morning about the almost burnt painting I saw last week in our attic. Its main subject is a woman dressed in glamor and elegance. She looked like me and my mommy but I am quite sure she is not my granny. To my surprise, mom turned pale and then sad… Continue reading The Painting
“It's what's in yourself that makes you happy or unhappy.” 45th - A Murder Is Announced (Miss Marple, #5) by Agatha Christie Rating: (BEST, GREAT read!) What is it about: Villagers expect a fun game after a Gazette announcement of murder, but when lights flash off, shots ring out, and a masked burglar falls dead,… Continue reading Book Review: A Murder Is Announced by Agatha Christie
I’m an audience for decades now but no one knows I’m watching. — 1945 “Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself. Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe. “Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.” — 2015 “You’re such a beautiful lass,” I… Continue reading Mirror: Fiction with Vignettes
A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer sits silently among empty, hollow bottles. Inside hides the ashen remains of your once iridescent, glistening soul, I still remember how I carefully pour after I watch you burn in whole. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading The Jar’s Secret
Carefully choosing among the sharp, the hard, the brute and the bad, my shaking hand grazes the powerful tools’ varied edges as it discerns what it’ll use to you and your mistress. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ashim D’Silva In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Twenty-Eight. If… Continue reading Pick One
Nefarious: A Nonet* The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g as grief’s black smoke covers beings, billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling, caused by all and nothing, maybe humans just love killing ‘til earth ends with nothing, none. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The… Continue reading Nefarious
Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension. but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change. - by Mitch Albom, The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto Last Sunday was my country's 118th Independence Day. After 333 years of slavery as Spain's colony, my country was allegedly finally… Continue reading Killing Each Other
After I tried living in that stinky city fogged with asthma-inducing smoke for two long years, I am finally back to my bucolic peaceful home. I regret leaving, because apparently no one noticed that I left, no one knew why I left. No one was able to figure out how I successfully chopped her into… Continue reading Homecoming
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