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Story #4 She ached to be in his arms again, his arms that held her so tight. Tonight, was particularly difficult for her. It was her birthday and her wish had been only for him. Her friends had taken her out to dinner and surprised her with a single candle on a cake. …
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Story #4 All my Love She ached to be in his arms again, his arms that held her so tight. Tonight, was particularly difficult for her. It was her birthday and her wish had been only for him. Her friends had taken her out to dinner and surprised her with a single candle on …
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It’s Wednesday. Time for a new Photo. Hello fellow writers. Just a friendly reminder to join us at the Picture Phiction Group, come visit, read our stories, and have some fun. In this group you are encouraged to write your own individual ideas either off the cuff or well thought out descriptions, adventures, …
You can call me Michael. It was nights like this when the sunny, summer heat had warmed the little room till the walls wanted to sweat and kept it hot until the wee hours of the night. On such nights her parents would insist that her window be opened to allow in the cool midnight …
Water Cooler Counseling. Rheanna is in and thirsty.
Picture Phiction – Photo 3.
I am very excited and honored to be allowed to post this incredible art work to Picture Phiction as Photo No 3. I feel that this photo will inspire a vast range of creativity from all who see it. A big Thank you to artist Ray Ferrer. Again, this group is to encourage you to write your …
Picture Phiction – Photo 2-.
Just a reminder that submissions for Photo 2 are due by Tuesday 1/22/2013. I am really excited about next weeks post. I have been given permission by an online artist to use some of his work in Picture Phiction. The picture we agreed on for next week is incredible and should really inspire creativity. I look forward to hearing from each …
One Way Ticket Claire glanced at the large brown envelope sitting on the edge of her dressing table for perhaps the hundredth time in the last hour as she carefully rolled the silk stocking over her knee and up her thigh. She looked at the clock on the bedside, and noted that it read …
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