Tag: Literature
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WRITING A BOOK ABOUT A KILLER
I have written a book about a killer. He came to Florida in 2008 and killed two women in 2009. His career as a criminal started when he was 14 and he raped a woman in Warren, MI. I am looking for an agent. He was convicted and given two life sentences for a home…
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WITHOUT A BOAT
WITHOUT A BOAT Jesus was a sailor who sailed without a boat He had no need upon that to stand He had no need to save anyone His force was in league with nature But man and God had suffered a fracture And the book says Jesus came to repair Today he would find sadly…
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RUNAWAY: Ragdoll Chronicles 01.03.1918
NOTE THESE ENTRIES ARE THE DRAFT OF A BOOK I AM WRITING AND THERE WILL BE ERRORS. ================================================================= Ragdoll Chronicles 1.13.18 @ 0515 © Gordon Kuhn All rights reserved. “Get away from the pond,” both Starter and Cawkin shouted while waving their wings and hopping up and down. But it was too late. One stepped…
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The Pond: Ragdoll Chronicles Cont. 1.9.2018 at 0315
“Nouveau!” the entire Murder of Crows called out. Some took to the air to scan the surrounding area as the Clowder of Cats spread out also searching. Cawkin stood still as all about him searchers called out to the Rag Man. “The Gypsy Girl,” he turned to Starter. “Did anyone get her name?” “Yes,” Starter…
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A Prophesy Regarding Aleen from Book One of The Ragdoll Chronicles 01.06.18 at 0307
A Prophesy “The Great Winged Assassin Aleen sat like a large boulder perched on the side of Mount Bastion across the valley from where The Castle Ur stood. His vantage point overlooked the Sea of Rife and the Companion Halls of Medore. He took a deep breath in and listened as his leathery skin expanded…
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Ragdoll Chronicles qouted on 1.6.18 at 0250
“There shall come a time when the moon has gone from sight and the sun is darkened as if in clouds. Then shall those who have slept for centuries return to take the land and the power from those who have come to be here and subjugate them with powers granted them by the master…
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Ragdoll Chronicles at 1619 on 01.05.2018
The phone rang in Robert Langdon’s apartment just as he was stepping out into the rain. “Oh,” he groaned, “now what.” With little speed he approached the ringing device and picked it up. “Robert,” Denise’s shrill voice made him move the receiver from his ear. “Robert! Where are you?” “I am right here on the…
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Ragdoll Chronicles Continued Post at 0821 on 01.05.18
Denise returned from a trip to the garage where she had a second refrigerator keeping several trays of cookie dough setting up and waiting to go into the oven. “Coffee,” she said to herself softly with a sigh as she took a small rag from her pocket and wiped her brow, “I simply need either…
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Ragdoll Chronicles 0518 on 01.04.18
“Nouveau.” The sound of the word crept into Robert Langdon’s apartment. Not loud, not soft. But it came. It came almost as a breeze of fresh air would that was tainted with the new smell of rain, and nearly as imperceptible. It came floating as Robert Langdon tilted his head back and swallowed the last…
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1.3.18 Ragman Chronicles
01.03.2018 There were cookies, enormous ones, brown, thick, with melted chocolate chips oozing flavor from the inside out sitting on a large plate, covering the entire surface sitting atop a table near the fireplace. The boy had been watching them for hours; his tongue tasting them while trapped inside his mouth for such was his…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 