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The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue14 days ago in BookClub
The Poetry Reader and Media: Once More, With Feeling
Poets: don't they love repetition? Perhaps all writers do. Bloggers included. I have begun one too many essays convinced that this time I would finally write a different take on poetry. That vast, quasi-abstract subject that resists containment. Each attempt risks saying too little, or worse, saying something that life (or my future self) will prove wrong.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 17 days ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin17 days ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 19 days ago in BookClub
The Last Lighthouse Keeper of Azure Bay
Old Silas had known the Azure Bay Lighthouse for seventy years, since he was a boy learning the ropes from his father. It stood stoic on the craggy cliffs, a beacon of hope against the relentless churn of the sea. But times were changing. Automated systems were replacing the human touch, and Silas was informed he would be the last keeper. The lighthouse would go fully autonomous in a month.
By Being Inquisitive19 days ago in BookClub
The Whispering Woods of Eldoria
Elara lived on the edge of the Whispering Woods, a place both feared and revered by the villagers of Oakhaven. They spoke of ancient magic within its depths, of trees that moved and sang, and of the elusive Moonpetal, a flower said to bloom only once a century, granting wishes to those who found it. Elara, however, was not afraid. She felt a pull towards the woods, a quiet humming in her soul that called her deeper than any other dared to venture.
By Being Inquisitive19 days ago in BookClub
