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Hidden Scars

I was watching a youtube video last week, where the actor Terry Crews was reciting the story of his childhood. I was so shocked at what he was saying that I actually dropped my phone! How did Mr Crews know... Continue Reading →

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The Defendant

Harold Peterson waited patiently for his client, Jake, to finish his tirade. Jake Bloom huffed and puffed in his smart business suit- his face, suffused with rage. "But Jake," Harold tried to soothe, "the charges of assault against you are... Continue Reading →

A Cloud of Sorts

Let’s talk clouds today. Not your average cotton-candy-in-the sky, but rose-tinted ones that serenade us as we fly-carpet them from upturned lips to perfect laughter. Then, there are those dark clouds heavy-laden with pain, grief and sorrow that seem to... Continue Reading →

Perfect, At All Times

Jeffrey looked anxiously behind him. Scott wasn't there! "Scott! " he whispered fiercely in the dark. No answer. Trying to keep his pulse and his steps steady, Jeffrey strode purposefully across the garden and eased himself through the gate. He... Continue Reading →

A year to remember…..

I want to thank everyone that's visited this site and given their support. Your contributions and comments have been a delight to read, and your encouragement has been priceless. For those friends and family that have sent me private messages......I'm... Continue Reading →

The Goodbye 

Samantha's trip to Japan had been nothing but eventful - immersing herself in the culture and ways of the Japanese. Yes, she would return. And now, her she was taking part in the Tōrō nagashi. Her prayer, as she lit... Continue Reading →

A Night to Remember

The alarm stirred Paul from deep slumber. Opening one eye groggily, he winced as a shaft of light lanced his eyeball. “Ooooh!” he groaned. His head drummed a steady beat as he wondered exactly how much he’d had to drink.... Continue Reading →

Crystal Clear

"As I was saying," PC Adams cleared his throat, "without the murder weapon, the case can't progress." Peter lowered his head miserably. His wife's killer was still free....... Finish the story in Tales in Teacups ©Vivian Zems Friday Fiction with... Continue Reading →

The Invisible Man

Everyday, they walked past. Nobody paid attention to the homeless man on the corner. His presence, blended into the dank foliage of autumn..... Finish the story in Tales in Teacups ©Vivian Zems Friday  Fiction with Rochelle

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