Daily Archives: June 24, 2019

Open The Damn Door ~ Jim Adams #writephoto

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I have gotten older and I lost my hair. You stopped sending me a Valentine card, and there are no more Birthday greetings, or us sharing a bottle of wine. I stayed out till quarter to three and you locked … Continue reading →

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Forgotten ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

“Please Don’t leave Me standing. Without you my World would crumble. It’s you makes me whole Giving me life and soul. If you leave me I will fall. Continue reading at willowdot21

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Guest author: Robbie Cheadle ~ Climbing boys

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

About climbing boys During the 1700s and 1800s, mainly male children often performed an occupation known as a climbing boy or chimney sweep. Many of the climbing boys were orphans, and in Great Britain many came from workhouses, and some … Continue reading →

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Doors of ego and love ~ Anjali Sharma #writephoto

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I have forgotten what I experienced behind those close doors, I am not same; when I come back through that close door, I realized human ego is the ugliest part of human nature, Continue reading at Positive Side of Coin

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And In the End ~ Larry Trasciatti #writephoto

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

O how I wish I could relive the day we first met Well can it be done with a slow pirouette? As I walk toward our past I now see it has faded. Our memories now are resentful and jaded. … Continue reading →

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Mister Fawst! Study… Stuart France

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Mister Fawst: (Rises to stand, still clutching the weighty tome to his chest. He walks in front of his study desk reading out loud.) ‘I think, therefore, I am’… Hrmph, but if life is no greater a miracle than to … Continue reading →