Month: December 2017
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12.25.17
Ragdoll Chronicles 12.25.17 Robert Langdon had just sat down with a fresh cold can of beer in his hands. He plopped his sock covered feet onto the scarred coffee table and snuggled a half-eaten bag of chips close beside him on his recliner. Using his remote he flipped through the channels until he found an […]
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12.22.17 RagDoll Chronicles.
12.22.17 Ragdoll Chronicles “Gypsy girl?” Nouveau said looking from Listen all the way around the surrounding group to end at Cawkin who was standing close to him but was not paying him any attention. “What is a gypsy girl?” Just then Cawkin stepped up close enough to be within whisper distance wanting to assure with […]
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Ragdoll Man Chronicles 12.21.17
“We saw it too,” a voice from the tree line said. “We have been sitting and watching.” The crows all looked in that direction as a very large female cat emerged slowly walking with several like it following. “We all saw it,” they said in unison. “A young girl with magic like we have never […]
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RAGMAN CHRONICLES 12.18.17
The Ragdoll Chronicles: I Am Nouveau As the two stood in the Glen they suddenly noticed they had been passed over by a shadow. In fact the sky above them had shifted from a light blue to a growing and respectfully ominous gray. The sudden increasing darkness caused them to look up, and there they […]
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The Ragman Doll Chronicles Two
The Ragdoll Chronicles continued 12/13/17 The crow stared at his new found acquaintance. He shuffled back a step or two and shook his head. “Why,” he began gently, “I thought everyone knew what dead meant.” The animated collection of colorful rags that had formed into a shape resembling a man blinked his eyes. But it […]
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The Ragman Files
But it was all new to him as he was new to it all as well no one ever seeing or being near a real living ragdoll man. And, to them that would later meet him it was a very strange tale that was told with whispers mostly because such things as a living ragdoll […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 