Category Archives: writing

fiction tuesday 60: back to you. part 6.

I’m still not sold on ‘fiction tuesday’ but what’s a girl to do? I really wanted a new day.  I hope you’re enjoying the story…   back to you. part 6. [previous: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part … Continue reading

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the search.

If she never found the man she was meant to love, is he out there looking for her? ©2017 what sandra thinks

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selfish.

I want to be selfish. I want to feel my feelings on the outside not hide them inside. I want to cry in front of the world instead of hiding in my room with my tears. I want to make … Continue reading

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outside.

I did not inherit Mom’s gardening expertise. It’s rather unfortunate. If I had any clue what the hell I was doing, I might actually enjoy it. And not hate dirt and bugs quite as much. Okay, let’s not get ridiculous. … Continue reading

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the storm.

When I feel the storm coming I take a breath and imagine I am in your arms When I hear the thunder crack I block my ears and imagine I hear only your voice When I see the lightning flash … Continue reading

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break.

Your tears break my heart. Don’t you know my only dream is to see you smile? ©2017 what sandra thinks

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song of the day. #27

It’s a song about wild nights out in the city. But… also about having someone still standing next to you when the craziness is over… number one… someone who’s your ‘home’. (Hmm… that plays nicely into this. And I didn’t … Continue reading

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door to door.

Don’t come to my door.  I was making dinner tonight with a little fresh air wafting in through the screen door. It wasn’t particularly warm, but the light breeze was refreshing. The ringing doorbell was not. Especially since it was … Continue reading

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