Worms and Crows/Return to Flash Fiction

Worms and Crows/Return to Flash Fiction

September rain washed the mud and filth off my old body. Abandoned in a deserted valley for days, my decaying corpse would scare myself if I stumbled upon it. Worms had made it their playground. Crows had nibbled on different parts. The hollow circle in my chest was beginning to fill with water.

The time had come.

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Happiness Without Stopping, Courage With Fear, and Faith Without Religion

Happiness Without Stopping, Courage With Fear, and Faith Without Religion

My name is Xeno Hemlock and I have a confession to make: shits have been going on in my life for the past 7 months. A lot of them don't make it past the curtain and into the world. Not that I'm trying to put on a facade or something but playing the woe-is-me game has never appealed to me.

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9 Things I Tell Myself When the Going Gets Tough

9 Things I Tell Myself When the Going Gets Tough

I admit, being an independent author is not for the faint of heart. Things aren't always easy. You can put a lot of work but the amount of return isn't guaranteed. Certainty is a fleeting cloud easily blown by a breeze. When things get tough, I tell myself these following nine reminders to keep going. Because I sometimes design images, I decided to make this journal post colorful.

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