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His eyes leaned forward eagerly breathless beauty of her drawing him in heartbeat racing temperature rising desire growing only his flesh wrapped around hers could assuage this undeniable craving • ©MidwestFantasy November 2018 Ph-Pinterest via Eager Eyes — Midwest Fantasy Writes
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“But there was something about you that made me feel like I was home. You were everything I ever wanted.” Maybe it was the spring in your step. Or the smell of your hair whenever you passed me by. But there was something about you that made me feel like I was home. It was […]…
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Today marks day three of National Novel Writing Month! I’ve already started the process of working on my first novel, and when I tell you I’m already at a point of “What to do next” in a chapter/scene I’m not even kidding! Already at 11k plus but I’m trying to reach that 50k. I am powering…
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Flowers. Something special about them. Fresh flowers, that is. Also called cut flowers. Flower bouquet. Flower arrangement. Flower petals. Or a single flower. Like one red rose. Symbol of love. Buy flowers. Bring flowers. Give flowers. Send flowers. No matter how you do it— Say it with flowers. The Petal Patch can help with that. […]…
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“Never forget that God is your friend. And like all friends, He longs to hear what’s been happening in your life. Good or bad, whether it’s been full of sorrow or anger, or even when you’re questioning why terrible things have to happen.” – Nicholas Sparks via Good Morning World! — Giggles & Tales
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Nothing I’d done up until that day meant anything. I’d just been doing all the things I wanted to do without ever caring about the consequences. I didn’t understand that those things would come back to bite me one day. I thought I was doing something good. But I wasn’t. I wasn’t doing anything really, […]…
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“I met him once. Late at night while I walked down a dark road. D e a t h .” I met him once. Late at night while I walked on my own down a dark road. Only the moon illuminated my path, and there were no other souls in sight. Back then, walks like […]…
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There was a man standing outside my window looking in. I didn’t dare go out and speak to him. I didn’t know him and he didn’t know me. Why was he looking through my window? Why was he doing this? I couldn’t come up with a reason for it. He must have been there for […]…
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My mind chooses to stay with you… Mingling among your sensual scents and whispery words weakening at the intoxication of both lolling in love starved hands feeding my love starved skin with everything it craves twirling in delights of your dancing tongue as it partners mine in a honeyed walz tangling in sheets and blankets […]…
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