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Yak-King Interview

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The Tunnel

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The Tunnel It was time to begin her journey, and Elsa wondered, was she prepared? Once taking the first step onto the pathway, there would be no going back. Elsa took a deep breath, closed her eyes then saw herself at the opening to the tunnel. A path stretched out in front of her, leading ever deeper into the dark hollow, but in the darkness, she could see only a few feet in front of her. As Elsa stepped on to the walkway, it began to move slowly like a conveyor belt going deeper into...

And Now You Know

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After being married to my soulmate, Frank, for twenty-nine years, on January 30, 1997, I suddenly became a widow. At the time of Frank’s sudden death, we owned and operated a Florist together in Bay City, Texas, and Frank also worked full time for Phillips 66 Refinery in Old Ocean, Texas. Frank and I lived in Sweeny, Texas, which is located about twenty-two miles from Bay City. Even though loving owning the florist and designing flowers, in the Summer of 1998, I decided to sale the florist, which would allow me to be closer to our home. Two weeks after selling the Florist, I was contacted...

Fiction, Non-fiction, & A Memoir

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For some strange reason, as I tried to sleep last night, my mind decided to think about the difference between the writing of Fiction, Non-Fiction, or a Memoir. I have no idea why my brain decided to think about that, but half the time, I cannot control what my mind thinks about if or when it works. What is the writing of Fiction? Is it just made up by the crafty brilliant minds of authors, or is it real-life experiences hidden in the embellishment of fiction to hide the truth and protect the original characters. Many writers have said that all Fiction has some truth in it. Other writers...

A Priceless Letter

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When I checked the mail on Monday, March 25, 2019, I had received an extraordinary piece of mail. After opening the envelope and reading a message written in cursive writing inside the card, it moved me to tears. Many years ago, probably sixty-one years to be exact, I attended elementary school in Levelland, Texas. My second-grade teacher’s name was Mrs. Chaffin. Of course, I had not thought about second-grade for many years. A few weeks back my Mom called me to tell me that she needed some more of my books. She informed me that Mrs. Chaffin had seen my book lying on a table in the...