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Frank Herbert Quote
“When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong – faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it’s too late.” ― Frank…
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Quote from a novel
Working on a novel where a succubus falls in love with a human and is trying to explain love from her perspective. I just found it an interesting way to view the greatly misused and misunderstood word. “But you do love me, right?”, Jenna asked, knowing she could accept everything about the creature if that…
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The time for civil discourse is coming to an end.
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Masks
I spent most of my life hiding behind a mask. In fact, there is one that is centered on my altar to remind me to never pretend to be someone I am not. I am Coleen. A woman. But taking the mask off can be one of the most horrifying things you can do. I…
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Let it all burn…
Was just my mood today.
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Another World
This composition is my vision of Elysium. I hope you enjoy it.
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Some new content
So, my first love is writing. It is both a way to express things I want other to not just know, but feel. A way to taste my emotions in the moment. But I’ve decided to include another form of composition. Digital art is something I greatly enjoy creating, and to the same end. But…
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What is love
In one of my books, a character was trying to explain what love was. I just thought this was a pretty good way to look at it. “I want to be … whatever term fits your universe. That person that is at your side, who you trust more than anyone else, even yourself. I want…
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The Conversation
I wrote this short story in college a few years ago. The Conversation “You’re running late.” James looked just as relaxed as he always did as he sat at the same corner table he shared most days with Jess. He knew the thirty something year old woman wouldn’t mind his pointing out the obvious to…
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The Nymph – A Poem
Being lost in another person is the best place to be. Roses are red, violets are blue, This sort of poem, it will never do. So I look to the stars to find better prose, To find a way not to cheapen my rose. But how shall I liken you? Perhaps to the sun? I…