La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par les roses… * Par les petites intentions, par la douceur, par de toutes simples choses… * La mort par les roses, pensa-t-elle, la mort par son addictive prose. This is my participation to Mindlovemisery’s Menagery First Line Friday post.
Oh! Oh! Oh!… Not in Santa’s way, more like in a very excited way! You might know Sonofabeach96. Well, the man just triggered me by using two key words that guarantee to get my full attention: “flag” and “challenge” (well, he didn’t use the word “challenge” per say, but he did dare me to do something…… Continue reading You, son of a…
This is going to be a short one. Anyone living with a cat knows that housing a feline means a number of things, and among them, extra cleaning around the house. Cats leave hairs e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e (unless you’ve settled for a sphinx) and are experts at carrying litterbox sand in places you didn’t even dare to…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
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Her immunity her resistance to what I’d done, lacking strength lacking focus Any amount of vitamin C, injections of common sense, drawing her attention away breaking the bonds between us, Whatever it took what she needed, anything to help a good cry on the shoulder a close friend listening burning my love letters ashes…… Continue reading Her Immunity – Notthedane56
