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dVerse — Prosery — Between heartbeats

Harvey pulled starlets into his sphere, sure it was his irresistible sex appeal. Starlets knew that Harvey was the film industry power player who could rocket them into cinematic top billing orbit. What starlets didn't know about Harvey was that his lure was more like a glue trap. Once the hotel room door closed, orifices… Continue reading dVerse — Prosery — Between heartbeats

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Thursday Inspiration 43 — free foxes

Rex and Velma had known each other since birth, being born in cages next to each other at the fur farm. Back then they didn't have names, only plastic tags with numbers stapled into their ears the moment they left their mothers' wombs. Farmer John had fox farming down to a science, and kindness played… Continue reading Thursday Inspiration 43 — free foxes

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Earthweal OLW 6 — Failed experiment

A convention center in Wuhan, China, converted into a temporary hospital, Feb. 6, 2020. Reading Brendan's essay about how things with the weather are speeding up and getting stronger, along with the photo he used showing the beds lining up in a convention center turned hospital in Wuhan, China for the viral epidemic going on,… Continue reading Earthweal OLW 6 — Failed experiment

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#MM — Tale Weaver — blind

It took him ten years to condition her, to bend her to his will. Like a metal worker bending a straight pipe, it was a thousand small strikes to her core self until he had her trained. She learned when he raised his left eyebrow it meant be still. If he slammed the door in… Continue reading #MM — Tale Weaver — blind

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115 — Unforgettable

penetrating captive bolt gun Jeremy had grown up in a family of meat-eaters. Their belief was that a meal wasn't a real meal unless it included meat. Jeremy questioned it no more than he questioned he put his socks on before putting his tennis shoes on every morning. That was until.... The day started out… Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115 — Unforgettable

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#FF — Commemorated Damages

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr Verdant land of plenty Rivers of buffalo Where one serves many Rivers, falls, streams Being where they will Fish jump, living dreams Nomadic tribes Travel with herds, seasons Balance earth and sky Invaders from across Where no canoe has been Stragglers tossed Invasive species Spreading white disease Unbottled genies Mountains… Continue reading #FF — Commemorated Damages

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#FFFC 35 — The Chameleon

mirceaianc at Pixabay.com They called him The Chameleon. Marshall was one of those unique individuals who could morph into whatever, whomever, he needed to be, depending on the circumstances. He was the kind of person who could be the best used car salesman on the lot, or the founder of a new religion. Marshall's mind… Continue reading #FFFC 35 — The Chameleon

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#MM Saturday Mix — Cry for the fallen

image link The twelve city commissioners were each direct descendants of the original city leaders from a hundred years ago. The closed leadership system had grown stale at least fifty years ago, but the citizens had been demoralized for longer than that. The word sterile came to mind. The commissioners cared about two things and… Continue reading #MM Saturday Mix — Cry for the fallen

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Thursday Inspiration 22 — The Lass on the Iron Horse Headed West

“I’ve been high, I’ve been low, I’ve been yes, and I’ve been oh, hell no! I’ve been rock ‘n roll and disco, Won’t you save me San Francisco?” --”Save me Sanfrancisco”, by Train Daddy done touched me one last time I thought as I hopped on the Western Line Curled in a boxcar with a… Continue reading Thursday Inspiration 22 — The Lass on the Iron Horse Headed West

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dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees

She was born there in that cabin, at the edge of the tree line. Mama was a God-fearing woman who never missed church on Sunday and who took washing in from the houses on the hill. Daddy was a hard-working sharecropper who grew just enough to keep his family alive from harvest to harvest. She… Continue reading dVerse — prosery — memories with the trees