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A Rabbit No More, I Show the Demon Wolf the Door

I wrote this for a dear friend when she called in need of inspiration. She believed her father’s wolfish lies— So outrageous I didn’t think to counter them. Truth—I was a rabbit, afraid. The wolf bit me anyway, And blazed me with his burning breath. Except— His lies kicked up the soil, Uncovered a new truth— I’m stronger than I knew. Even a rabbit with scorched skin, Can feel her mother-way to words That if spoken Turn embers into flames,…

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You Won’t Want to Miss

If you haven’t yet checked them out. . .you might enjoy “Real-life Writing’s” free monthly newsletters.      March’s newsletter, https://bit.ly/3PP68e3, offers the original first chapter to Lies, replaced when I started Lies in a less blood-thirsty manner: “It would almost be worth going to prison. Just for a moment, I let myself picture the look of surprise on Mike’s face when I plunged the knife into his belly. To be acquitted, I’d have to have a jury made up of divorced…

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He Was Different, Better

            I slammed the phone down. Mom called me lonely, but she’d never liked any of my guys.             When I moved toward him, Bob shot me an understanding look. Good thing he hadn’t heard her part of the conversation. If Mom had ever taken the time to get to know Bob, she’d know he gave me respect and support. Bob rolled his eyes. I was so lucky to have him.  He didn’t have to open his mouth all the…

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