My Writing
My collection of poetry, prose, and short stories
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I am a woman- not just a womb. I can create with my love, but also create with my hands. I can build, and grow, and shape, and make; I am prolific as the Earth. I am a woman- not just a potential mother. I have a heart full of love. And I do love
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Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Part 4: HERE Princess Marigold received permission from her father to visit the market. King Midas readily agreed to any activity that would separate his daughter from visiting men, and as King Franz would be leaving soon, he could begin to relax his guard. Therefore, the
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Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Princess Marigold was kept away from King Franz whenever possible, kept busy with duties in the kitchens or sent away to her room. Her father, King Midas, also elected to keep his visitor King Franz by his side whenever possible. Through these arrangements, he severely limited
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The storm covered much of the country- a last cry of clinging winter. Snow lighted on half-bloomed buds and winds shook the branches of the cherry tree until soft petals and snowflakes danced together toward the ground.
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Prompt: Write about the secrets carved in the door. The old wood was scarred with years of secrets. Words twisting, turning, and overlapping, covered every inch of the door until it breathed in the dim lights of the hallway. The carved words spoke in whispers, in voices echoing their physical presence.Some smooth and quieted with
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Part : HERE Part 2: HERE John could deny Franz nothing. He had loved, guided, taught, and supported the lad from a young boy to a young King. Seeing how seriously his boy pinned for the princess of his dreams, John knew he would not rest until he had met the maiden. And so, he
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Part 1: HERE King Stefan’s rule was both prosperous and fair, as such, there were many condolences to accept, visiting dignitaries to greet, and bequeaths to distribute. King Franz did this all with as much decorum and grace as he could muster in his grief. Through it all, his second father, John, stood by his
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Part 1: Prologue King Stefan had been confined to his bed for months. In vain physicians from around the kingdom and surrounding lands had been called by the Crown Prince Franz to cure his ailing father. None were able to restore the good king’s health. Day after day, Prince Franz diligently performed his duties of
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Part 4: Here I paced my small chamber until I grew dizzy from making sharp turns in a small place. I sat I on my narrow straw mattress, with my head in my hands, and my elbows on knees that bounced with trapped energy. Tonight would be the final act of our ill-planed play. Whether
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It’s not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn’t about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn’t about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up
Bringing Mae Flowers 