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Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Just thinking…

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. This will be short, but I just couldn’t go to bed without venting it out. I heard the following on the news this morning, and I was flabbergasted. We all know that the past couple of years’ events have left us with many problems, as a society. I can only talk for Québec, because…… Continue reading Just thinking…

Blogging · challenge · Fiction

She’s a little runaway… – FFFC

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. The train station was empty and her high heels resonated eerily on the freshly rain-washed concrete. She was a bit ahead of schedule, but who could have blamed her? A new life awaited her, and she was eager to leave town, to wherever her feet would lead her. People usually feared the unknown. She…… Continue reading She’s a little runaway… – FFFC

Blogging · Canada · Me myself and I · music · Thoughts

Forgive me, for having forgotten your name… (September 10th FFF)

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I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Forgive me, for having forgotten your name… (September 10th FFF)

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

Love shouldn’t…

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. . I see it…Through yourThick make upThrough your longLong sleeves.I hear it…Despite yourSealed lips,Your very soulScreams.I feel it…The vicious fearThat makes You stepWhen he’s at your heels.I know…The empty promisesAnd the flowersAre just a band aidOn a wound that won’t heal.Yet there you stand,Blind,Deaf,Numb andClueless.But Love never Should hurt,Yours isn’t a relationship,Honey, it’s a…… Continue reading Love shouldn’t…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Having the blues…

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I get bruises so easily, it’s not even funny. The above example came from barely bumping into a door frame. It’s already looking better, after a couple of days, but when it happened, I could have accused Chéri of savagely grabbing me by the arm. Most of the time, I don’t even notice my new…… Continue reading Having the blues…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Tygpress.com – Let’s (try to) kick the thieves out!

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The last couple of days, many bloggers I follow complained about this site. I had heard about websites stealing content from bloggers, but I never thought I'd find my posts used without my permission. ALL my latest posts have been copied on that site. And I wouldn't be surprised to see yours there too. This… Continue reading Tygpress.com – Let’s (try to) kick the thieves out!

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Lucky… (Grace, the wealthy wife)

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  Grace sighed with relief as she put down the phone to recharge it. She knew it irritated him, even if she was talking to her own brother. She normally would have waited until Christian left for work, but she would have missed Steven. Madame…? She jumped at the sound of Maria’s voice. Pulling her…… Continue reading Lucky… (Grace, the wealthy wife)

A to Z Challenge · Blogging · Fiction · Sharing · stories

Reunion…

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She sat alone in the darkness of the cigar lounge. Penny had already texted her a thousand times begging her to meet Damien and her at the restaurant where they were having a late dinner. Penn disapproved, but she didn’t care. The jazz quartet played on stage and she enjoyed the cozy atmosphere of the…… Continue reading Reunion…

Blogging · Thoughts

I am so lucky…

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  Sitting alone on my favorite couch, a woolen scarf wrapped around my neck to fight autumn’s friskiness, I am thinking about my younger years… I had a very nice childhood. I could go about and tell my favorite memories of it, and maybe I will someday, but it is not the point of this…… Continue reading I am so lucky…

Blogging · Canada · Thoughts

Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…

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  I think it was Patrick, but it is quite blurry in my mind. Maybe you wanted to vanish so much, you took your name along with you, to make sure not to leave any trace behind… I had met you online. On mIRC, for those who remember. You were seventeen. I have no idea…… Continue reading Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…