Thank you, humans for so many electronic pets. I am working with Ms. Lucinda to translate the rest of my story into your language. Please be patient, remember no matter how long you have to wait, it is still wrong to relieve yourself in the house. I am not sure if that morsel of canine …
What can’t I free my mind of you? Why can’t my heart free itself from your memory? Passion kindled over innocuous words... A quick kiss sealed the spell cast years before… The fates intertwined our lives, our hearts and our bodies... Two scorned lovers finding comfort in each other. Love can’t heal though what other …
Once a upon a time, I had a really stupid name. An incredibly stupid name. In fact, I believe this name lowered my IQ to the point where a formal education would have been a waste. It is good thing that I was born a canine. In the icy land of Chicago, I was unceremonious …
There are days when I wake up feeling like there is a curtain of dread hiding behind my eyes. Some might blame this on my profession, teaching teenagers. It would be tempting to accept this and go though my day expanding and festering on this reasoning as each fifty minutes a new group of girls …
The world of independent books is full of sea wrecks, but Michael Rivers' book The Black Witch (Curse of the Black Witch) is definitely not one of them. A fan of old fashioned high seas adventures, I gladly stepped aboard and wasn't disappointed. As a child, I grew up on the shores where the Black …
Review Of Edward Medina - It is Said (Mathias Bootmaker and the Keepers of the Sandbox) This book drew me in slowly, and before I realized it I was addicted to it. It weaves good, old fashioned storytelling with darkness in a mesmerizing tone that really brings you into the story. New worlds are created …
A word, a whisper …. relieve from wonder.. Silence pain and flowing tears Feelings running like a tidal wave Washing away reason, logic, sense Leaving bare and raw emotion Broken on rocks and mended with time Never the same once broken Never really healed… never really forgotten
Two faces, two loves deep in my heart, Two beds to find pleasure in, but one a home provides. The other a dream, a memory of what could have been, But never was... Two faces, two loves, one heart breaking, Logic and love rarely agree, emotions unsure of themselves, One offers a life, hard, but …
A common complaint in my classroom is my students' claim that they can't read more than one book at a time. This is one of the classic excuses for not reading when requested, and when I was a student I might have believed it to be true. It never occurred to me that I was …
Lucinda Rose 