Category Archives: writing

when it’s dark. #poetry #haiku

Stop laughing at me I am not too old to be afraid of the dark ©2017 what sandra thinks

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moody monday. #1

I don’t know if I’m really going to make this a regular thing… but maybe it will be entertaining… for you, I mean. Well, maybe for me, too. Or it will just make you think I’m way more nuts than … Continue reading

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shimmer. #poetry

When you whisper in my ear and tell me I’m beautiful When you pull me close to you and kiss my waiting lips When you take my hand in yours and smile your perfect smile I see the shimmer in … Continue reading

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partners in crime. #fiction #minifiction

partners in crime. “Thanks for coming.” “You know I’m always here for you.” “But this… it’s asking a lot.” “I know you’d do the same for me. Now, come on. Help me get this into the hole.” “Are we good?” … Continue reading

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about my writing again.

It is currently 1:42 am Friday morning. Usually, I’d post fiction friday about 8 or 9 hours from now. But this next part… the one I had already written 4 times when I posted about it on Monday… well… I’m on version … Continue reading

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because I do. #poetry

Remember the night you told me I was the one? Because I do. Remember the smile in your eyes and on your face? Because I do. Remember the love in your kiss and your whispers? Because I do. Remember the … Continue reading

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song of the day. #37

I never gave myself a chance. But to be fair, I didn’t know how. For as long as I can remember, I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. I still don’t know. Hell, I’m not even … Continue reading

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toothbrush. #fiction #minifiction

She removed every last stitch of clothing from her body and pulled on his shirt. She felt surrounded by him. Pausing for a moment, her eyes fell to her toothbrush standing in the glass by the sink. Beside his. There … Continue reading

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