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| works by Christine I Steeves Speakman |
THE RAT
A terrorizing wind blew down on the deathly white figure. It lay in a pool of blood, its blood. Deadly silence filled the rat’s ears. Not a soul, living that is, was present at this massacre. A shrill scream knifed through the fog thickened silence. The rat floated down the river of sewage towards a pile of bones. The hidden hunger had been filled…for now.
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilites
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me