I've tried once. I've tried twice. I'll try again.
I raise a family, work, eat, drink coffee and red wine, and I read. I've started writing... Well, in truth, I've always been imagining one story or another in my head. The only difference now is that I commit the words on a page. For better or for worse.
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Opus Sectile
The competition is over, so what? My ex Kendrick is still dead. I lay awake in the castle, awaiting his wee k...
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I left out the real reason I'm here. Kendrick, my ex-lover, is dead. He was the game's winner three and two y...