She is not who she says she is. She wants to be a Queen, she wants to be the boss, she is a sucker. I am the King of the this domain.

Let me introduce myself, I am Huey. Baby Huey because she is a Queen, Queen of the bitches....

The spell broke,and just like that,she could see everything. Every bone in her body felt like ice, yet her blood flowed like a rushing river of lava.

Five years of bliss gone in an instant. She could not even trust her own memories....

_ Christmas is a season the I let my creativity blossom. The seasons of spices and sweet fragrant smells. _

_ My husband comes marching in the house, with snow tumbling down his shoulders like an avalanche . “Look,look what I found.” . In his hands he is carrying a box awkwardly into kitchen. “ Black Fridays best hit in my opinion .” _

_ Now I can take this beautiful machine and turn...

There is nothing more joyful than having a grandchild. Do you know how hard it is to sit in a lunch room and see all those photographs. It is so difficult to be intrested in the same stories over and over. Different names and different days are the only changes.

But today it is my story they have to listen too. I anxiously wait at our usual table in the break room. Today will be a great day...

I know I am here. I will not wonder why I have come. Something has pushed me into a realm I have never ever felt....

Today you smile at the deeds you were able to get away with.

The smell of the child still on you hands.

The cold was gone as a white wave came over her. The smell of the dirt and rotting leaves had faded. The child did not recognize what stood before her but the smell was familiar. The warm smell of tortilla cooking on her Grandmother’s stove and cinnamon.

Come with me my love I will...

Have you ever been lost. Not just being seperated from the group, lost. You can’t see the sun to get orentated and at this point you have turned and twisted every way.

Here of all places in the swamps of Oklahoma. Yes apperently Oklahoma has at least one swamp. What makes this so terrible is all the story’s that live in these woodyswamps.

As night approaches I see a dark figure behind a tree ...

Odie heard a quiet chirp. Familiar but not quite a real chirp , or was It.

Hello there said a small voice .

I must be going insane. I have to be. Why would I be seeing a little green and brown bug in a vest.

Exscuse me, I am lost. Can you please tell me where I am at. One minute I was sitting on a lovely clover, and the next minute I was soaring in the wind.

Jiminy I am going...

I am here, upon a mountain. Walking slowly.

I am here upon a mountain. Looking behind not wanting to see before me. It is the clime not the top....

I think I would like to tell a story about a girl named Odessa. Odessa loves to read. Odessa loves her movies. Odessa loves her voluptuous self. Odessa can’t shut the fuck up .

On a Thursday she is 3 minutes from her ride to Louie’s house. But It really doesn’t matter, the horn has been blowing for at least 7 minutes. Louie is livid

Odie what the hell is going on ? I am waiting here and no...