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Alone, by myself, oneness, individuality, first. As I stood, ready to confront the day, I knew I was alone in my conviction. A solitaire thought, a solitaire action and a solitaire response. So, I stand alone, facing my own conviction, owing the world nothing but a solitaire goodbye…

Posted By precious1026 On 11.17.2011 @ 10:13 pm

The heart is the window to the Soul. OUr heart carries or dispels our deepest feelings and emotions. OUr heart, an enigma, an inanimate object, other than the physical heart contain our heartfelt feelings…

Posted By precious1026 On 11.16.2011 @ 6:15 pm

Automatic lessens life hassles. It reduces the human role in the world and life itself, yet .

Posted By precious1026 On 10.24.2011 @ 5:10 pm

Awareness, alert, brought to the moment, time knowledge, I was made aware of his presence. In the moment of time.

Posted By precious1026 On 10.23.2011 @ 1:27 pm

comfort is warmth, love, home. Anything that relaxes me. Anything that makes me feel warm, good and safe. comfort is safe

Posted By precious1026 On 10.23.2011 @ 10:09 am

There was no mystery about it, the relationship was over. She’d lied over and over again. The baby wasn’t his. The baby couldn’t possibly be his, but oh, how wrong he wanted to be… Whenever he held his son, the little baby boy in his arms, he wanted to shower him with evey fiber of his being. He loved feeding the baby, his son. She could sleep until a new millenium. It was he who would wake for the five o’clock morning feeding. He would wash and dress his son, the baby boy, and if weather permitted,take him outside. Feeling the pride that all fathers must feel, when with their children. He too felt betrayed, lost, angry and hatred, that lying… I think we should get a paternity test done. I don’t like the way you’re behaving. You have something on you mind and I think I know what. I never doubted you or that he was mine for a moment.

Yeah, right. The ring please…

Posted By precious1026 On 10.08.2011 @ 12:44 pm

The stage was set. He had planned and planned for the perfect setting for Glenda. She was a perky, yet beautiful women. The kind of women Marshall decided to make his forever. When the doorbell rung, Marshall took one last look at the dining room setting he worked so hard to perfect, and it was perfect, everything in place. Marshall delighted went to open the door. Glenda, on time as usual danced on her tippy toes in anticipation of the plans Marshall had made for their six month anniversary, as lovers. Glenda really liked Marshall and decided to go all the way tonight. Mashall openned the door, ushered Glenda into the living room and locked the door. Glenda didn’t notice Marshall push what appeared to be a towel along the bottom of door to muffle any loud sounds coming from his apartment. As Glenda turned to bestow a teasing kiss on Marhall’s lips, Marshall bashed poor Glenda in the face with a hatchet Blood flew everywhere destroying Marshall’s table setting of knives, cleavers and hooks.

Posted By precious1026 On 10.06.2011 @ 8:25 pm

A schematic. A decided upon format. A dinner placement. A particular design for any object, person or place.

Posted By precious1026 On 10.06.2011 @ 6:43 pm

He was warned. She was warned. They were all warned. The possibility of impending danger attending New York City’s Halloween Parade was as certain as turkey on Thanksgiving Day. Paige, immediately knocked down, trampled to death by an oncoming crowd, after shots were fired into the crowd. Hearing gun fire, the crowd became an uncontrollable mob of gobblings, monsters and freaks of all kinds in the best makeup money did buy. Paige, Markus and Diamond had just arrived. Paige saw a friend from home and left her friend and brother to say hello. Markus began to moved fast, lightening speed, in an attempt to save his sister, but was met with drunkards pushing and shoving him in the opposite direction. Diamond, Paige’s best friend behaved like New Yorkers and bullied her way through the crowd until she found herself standing over Markus, protecting him from further maurading abuse, saw her best friend, Paige, since elementary school, stomped to death by Frankenstein, Dora, the Pillsbury Dough boy and a police officer, all of whom were running for the lives. Paige and Markus’ mother had warned her children about going into the city. “There’s always trouble in that place,” Diamond recalled Paige mother voice, as the morturay attendants raised the gurnny with her friend’s dead body, loading it into the morturary van. We had been warned, Paige, Markus and I. We just laughed at Paige and Markus’s mother’s fear. Paige said, ” mother your paranonia is showing.” Laughing, they left Paige’s home. Paige’s mother embrassed forgot to kiss her baby girl goodbye.

Posted By precious1026 On 10.05.2011 @ 12:41 pm

Bosely stood outside his sister apartment before enterring, counting the money he’d just taken from her bank account. Using her secret password, Bosely used the neighborhood ATM machine, withdrawling the bulk of her monthly allotment from Social Security. What would he tell her this month? Bosely made certain her brought the bogus rental receipts. This month he left enough cash for her to buy just enough food to last until the next. Bosely never considered the Moral ramification of his actions. Never considered his sister’s feelings, wellbeing or emotional state, when she went to the bank to withdraw money for her needs. Always some story about his needs. He didn’t even think about her being alone as the police placed the handcuffs on risks, reading him his rights as they escorted Bosely to the police for robbery. Marlene was tired of Bosely immoral behavior and attitude. She consulted an attorney; decided to have him arrested for stealing her password withdrawing money from her ATM. Well, she didn’t actually tell the whole truth, for Marlene did give her brother her password to make a withdrawal for her needs. Marlene thought to herself as she watched the police cart her brother off to jail, who’s the real bad guy, him or I. We both lied…

Posted By precious1026 On 10.04.2011 @ 5:03 pm

Morality is a thing that some people have and others don’t. Morality is consideration for our fellowman or fellow-woman. We’re not on this earth alone and when we consider others, when we empathize with others and when we treat others as we would want to be treated, then one has morality…

Posted By precious1026 On 10.04.2011 @ 12:47 pm

Braid or braiding has a long history as a method of hair styling. Origins of the “braid” rooted on the African Continent, found its way back to today’s hair fads… Long, short, extension braids render a powerful statement of ease, beauty, and efficiency of todays hair wonders.

Posted By precious1026 On 10.02.2011 @ 10:57 am