Ib find a hibiscus and cradle him into the stamens, he struggles to stand.Mut doesn’t sting. He doesn’t.
Iy stomach drops as I pick him up, he flutters and buzzes and stumbles,
count 6 dead bees on the sidewalk during my walk — I salvage the seventh.
we dance and dance and dance, never on the same track, always with each other, never letting go yet our hearts are worlds apart, chasing and fighting each other. and when we finally meet, seeing each other for the first time, you are already no longer here with me.
THhank you so much!appy Birthday! Hope you have a great day and manage to eat loads of cake! How are birthdays celebrated for long-lived people (like elves) in The Quiet Forest? What milestone years do they celebrate? Is there cake?
II’m trying to remind myself that I don’t have to tackle everything at once. I just need to start somewhere and trust that I’ll figure out the rest as I go.t’s frustrating to know what needs to be done and still feel unable to move forward.
It's just easiest for me to say it here. My neck decompression / fusion surgery will be August 18th next Tuesday. Held at Charlotte Orthopedic Hospital off Randolph Road.
TShe door clicked open immediately.he simply curled her hand into a sharp-clawed fist and hammered twice against the heavy wooden door, the sound echoing like gunshots down the narrow passage.
HIot take but that's kinda...not a great idea. Maybe even a little irresponsible.'m seeing an upsurge of people quitting their jobs to write books. Not just to write books but to write their very first book.
IT get it, especially for younger writers.his is because too many view accusations of AI use as a potential career ending humiliation, rather than a sign that the person making the accusation can (and should) be safely ignored.