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When women are KINGS 👑 

PREFACE This story I’m about to write about is very real and happened while I grew up. Never doubt the authenticity. God had gone on a very long journey that he won’t be returning in a month’s time. He left … Continue reading

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Twittering Tales — August 2017

Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017   About the challenge: Each Tuesday, Kat provides a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. A … Continue reading

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Twittering Tale #41 – 18 July 2017

About the challenge: Each Tuesday there’s a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let … Continue reading

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Mary Leaves the Hospital

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the orderly asked, a question of concern quivering in the corner of her lips. “Why, I think so. But tell me again, why am I here?” Mary sunk her head in the wheelchair as she was … Continue reading

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The Ongoing Adventures of Mary #3

For yesterday’s installment, follow the hyperlink here: The Ongoing Adventure of Mary Mary, can you hear me? Oh Tom, is that you? Yes, it is me, your dead husband, come to tell you the good news! Jesus is here! Can you … Continue reading

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Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Originally posted on like mercury colliding…:
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If…

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The Ongoing Adventure of Mary

For Yesterday’s Installment, go here!   #2   Hello, said Tom, her late husband. Mary glanced out the window afraid of what she would find. Again, there was another tingling sensation. It’s me Tom, he said, and kissed her cheek. … Continue reading

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