“What do I do with these, Mom?” Karma whispered to her Mom as she took the petals from the red roses being passed around and cradled them in her palm. “Throw them on the grave when I throw mine, sweetie,” Sarah whispered back. “How ironic that they’re red roses,” Sarah…
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You Only Live Once
You only live once – at least in this lifetime, you do. There are many questions that I ask myself about my life. Have I made a difference to other lives? What is the meaning of my life, I question. Staring me in the face as I type this are these…
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100 Words On Saturday – Week 11
Introduced in February 2013 – an invitation, a prompt, a linky. Write exactly a 100 words on the prompt and publish it on your blog – a story, a poem, a mini-essay. The linky will be open right up to next Friday, after which I will have a new prompt…
