The Happy Hour Miscarriage in Paradise
She grabbed me as if a trap door had opened beneath her feet. Her hand trembled, and her face, a shock of white, squirmed and twisted like a squall. I felt something like resentment as her gaze went...
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Laura Lewis, with a prose poem about “a bleeding heart trying to stitch it up before numb sets in.” — Paradise doesn’t always come on time or with palm trees and piña coladas. I found my Eden in the...
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This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Aruba Tourism Authority for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. What's your happy place? Mine is a beach with white sand, turquoise waters and...
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Fiction by Steve Jaeger. — The last thing Salim Khan saw in his brief life was a millisecond of a blinding flash of light and a loud bang as he detonated the four pounds of plastique in his backpack....
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Incarcerated men have an escape in dreams of degrees. — Four solid concrete walls surrounded me. The uninviting barriers were getting closer and closer as the days went on. The deep scratches in the...
View ArticleThe Happy Hour Miscarriage in Paradise
She grabbed me as if a trap door had opened beneath her feet. Her hand trembled, and her face, a shock of white, squirmed and twisted like a squall. I felt something like resentment as her gaze went...
View ArticleOrganized Chaos
Laura Lewis, with a prose poem about “a bleeding heart trying to stitch it up before numb sets in.” — Paradise doesn’t always come on time or with palm trees and piña coladas. I found my Eden in the...
View ArticleAruba: What’s Your Happy Place?
This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Aruba Tourism Authority for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine. What's your happy place? Mine is a beach with white sand, turquoise waters and...
View ArticleParadise Waiting
Fiction by Steve Jaeger. — The last thing Salim Khan saw in his brief life was a millisecond of a blinding flash of light and a loud bang as he detonated the four pounds of plastique in his backpack....
View ArticleAnother Day in Prison Paradise
Incarcerated men have an escape in dreams of degrees. — Four solid concrete walls surrounded me. The uninviting barriers were getting closer and closer as the days went on. The deep scratches in the...
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