How shall I tell you who I am,
with a light brush stroke
or a heavy hand?
Will your ears accept
what offends the mind?
In truth's bright light
will you still be kind?
Will you pause to think
"she's just like me!"
Or am I alien,
a frightening thing?
Will you be a stranger
or a fan
when you finally know
just who I am?
-Kim Dobson
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Stories by wattsupwiththat
No Answer
USPS mail carrier Stu has just learned he has six months to live. Unsure of how to live with this new reality...
The Violin
We all have parts of ourselves we leave behind, some through choice and others through cruel twists of fate...
The Curse
When Trinity kills the leader of her coven, she must deal with the repercussions in both The Sisterhood and h...