Tag Archives: asylum

Murmur ~ Roberta Eaton #writephoto

Posted on September 22, 2019 by Sue Vincent

She sits on the hard wooden chair, murmuring softly to herself. She has been dried and dressed in warm clothes, but she hasn’t noticed. A bruise, shockingly dark against her alabaster skin, runs along her cheekbone where one of the … Continue reading →

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Disturbance at the Asylum ~ Fandango #writephoto

Posted on July 2, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Officers Martin and Lewis were dispatched to the old asylum after reports of a disturbance at the facility had been called in. The building had been abandoned years earlier and there had been periodic stories of the halls of the … Continue reading →

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Christoph Fischer reviews “A Different Kind of Angel” by Paulette Mahurin

Posted on October 27, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Christoph Fischer: I’m delighted to finally prewsent my own review of this marvellous book. I am a big fan of Paulette who has been on my blog plenty of times and yet, not often enough. A different kind … Continue reading →

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Zero Tolerance: A Parable ~ Fandango #writephoto

Posted on August 13, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Dorothy and her dog, along with her three traveling companions, were making the hazardous journey through the land of Oz heading toward the legendary Emerald City, which they were told was a welcoming land of opportunity just on the other … Continue reading →

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The Asylum Tree ~ Fandango #writephoto

Posted on July 15, 2018 by Sue Vincent

“Look at that tree, Ma,” Alex said, pointing to a tree with limbs and branches covered torn pieces of cloth. “What does it mean?” he asked her. “That, sweetie,” Cindy said, “is known as the ‘Asylum Tree.’ It’s meant to … Continue reading →