When the intensity of emotion tears through the sheath of facial pretense.. that's when tears aren't salty.
A collection of independent short stories and thoughts. I started writing these on my other blog (Random Scribbles), and then decided to start a separate one for this genre of writing. The dates for the first thirteen posts are misleading: they were written and posted long before the dates indicated here.
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Short Scribble 39
They say be yourself and do not compromise yourself or dilute your essence to accommodate anyone else. It has to be understood that identity...
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She peeped into her father's room and saw him bending over, his hand moving fast. The computer's screen saver came on, as her ...
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Lies my camera, Lie her lips, Lies the crowd, And all my friends, Lies she, the woman I know, Better than she knows herself, I know...
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