Tag Archives: writing

sin.

Posted on 15 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

We lost all sense and reason That night I still don’t know how it happened So fast But I remember every detail The way You pulled me into your arms As if You couldn’t wait a moment longer To have … Continue reading →

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a cold day in hell.

Posted on 14 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

I’m not amused, Cupid. I had to [yes, had to – completely necessary] adopt a Valentine gift from a very generous friend [you know who you are] because my husband is about as romantic and attentive as a neutered cat. … Continue reading →

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a very special day.

Posted on 14 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

I didn’t plan on posting anything for VDay, but since I ♥ you dearly, I had to get you something. I have carefully selected one of my favorite poems. I have posted it before… more than once, but it’s worthy. This … Continue reading →

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fiction friday 12: roses are blue.

Posted on 12 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

Hello lovely readers. Welcome to part 12 of a story I never intended to tell in full. Yes, I was originally just going to leave you hanging with only the first post. 

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invisible.

Posted on 11 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

My dears… read it while you can. I may freak out at any moment and remove this. It was a hard one to post. But I thought I’d try bravery… or whatever the hell this is.   I know you can … Continue reading →

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counting sheep.

Posted on 11 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

some nights like tonight sleep hides from me I look everywhere but it becomes the ultimate game of hide and seek all the sheep leap the fence one two three but even they do not help me find my lost … Continue reading →

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stop.

Posted on 10 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

I wrote this as a short narrative when I was about 17 years old. I found it in an old notebook a few months ago when I hit the jackpot in my basement. I played around with it a few different … Continue reading →

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loss not love.

Posted on 9 February 2016 by what sandra thinks

I am a romantic. All the time. Not forcibly according to a calendar. This ‘February is the month of love‘ crap is madness. Have we really gotten so preoccupied, so distracted, that we need a specific month to remind us … Continue reading →

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