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Today's Ten Word Tale: Merlin

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Merlin by Belinda Roddie At long last, it was time to play the dulcimer.

Saturday's Storyteller: Murrrrrrrrr

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Today's Ten Word Tale: Saturday

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Saturday by Belinda Roddiei It was time to drink honey cider in the sun.

Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection

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Okay, what the fuck, people. I wanted to just unwind this week, focus on turning thirty-two and enjoying adventures with friends. But it just had to be ruined, didn't it? Jesus Christ, I am sick and tired of emotionally abusive people. I am sick and tired of members of my family and loved ones being emotionally abused. I am sick and tired of seeing members of my family be emotionally abusive while putting other emotionally abusive people on a pedestal. I don't give a shit if it's unintentional. Abuse is abuse. I'm not obligated to tell you about every aspect of my life. You're not owed my secrets. You don't get to guilt me for things you yourself can control and improve upon. And for fuck's sake, stop acting like you know everything and trust the people and the research! There are people I love who refuse to learn and grow. Like they're really teaching me something when they can't even deprogram their own prejudices and false assumptions. Give. Me. A...

Freeform Friday: Autofill: Pride Edition

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Autofill: Pride Edition by Belinda Roddie   Red is the color of the blood that flowed. Orange is the color of my love. Yellow is the color of her eyes. Green is the color of your energy. Blue is the color of my dreams. Violet is the color of humility. Fuck indigo, I guess. Google don't count indigo.

Today's Ten Word Tale: Resisting Temptation

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Resisting Temptation by Belinda Roddie I've always tried to be one of the good guys.

Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #511

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The Ring You Gave Me by Belinda Roddie The ring you gave me now no longer fits, and so I have attached it to a chain to wear around my neck. Though I do miss the warmth of the band on my weathered skin, I like it when the sun hits it just right because the gemstones light up and make my chest look like a rainbow firework. Night falls, and still, the jewels will catch the eye of the moon, and I become green and gold and purple and red and blue without me even trying. I heard that you had told a friend you'd buy me a new ring, but see, I don't need one - not from you, anyway. This symbol of our love is good to stay.