A Zombie Romance story in three parts. Part I can be found here if you missed it on Tuesday. Saying Goodbye - Part II Mitchell frowned. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar - blank white tile with utilitarian bright lighting. It was as if he was in a hospital or something, not at… Continue reading Saying Goodbye – Part II
Author: CaroleHeidi
I'm a 30-something mum of two Not-So-Small humans, a cat, & a rottweiler. I read a lot, write a bit, eat too much cake and have dubious taste in music. I'm a Leader in Squirrel Scouts, and if I'm not at home, I'm probably at the Scout Hut. My hair is usually some shade of blue...
Quotes Of The Week
From the mouths of babes... I'm making chocolate fudge in the kitchen. Caius and Tori are with me. Tori: What's that? Me: Chocolate fudge. Tori: Fudge *raucous laughter* Caius, do you love me when I say fudge? Me & Caius: *exchange slightly fearful look* * Me (to Caius): Stop trying to be Nearly-Headless Nick behind… Continue reading Quotes Of The Week
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Saying Goodbye – Part I
After a big discussion with Liberty about this 'Zombie Romance' book that she reviewed a bit back, the whole 'Zombie Romance' thing began to play on my mind. Mostly it played on it in a 'EWWWW, NOOOO!' kind of way - why would you enter into a relationship with a decomposing, dead person who at… Continue reading Saying Goodbye – Part I
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I Believe In Fairies ~ a prompt for @libertyfallsdwn
I wish this cold had stayed as just that - a cold. Instead, I was in bed until almost one this afternoon after a night of hot and cold fever and throwing up. I feel mostly better now, aside from an irritating headache, a runny nose and a slight temperature. Hopefully Liberty is feeling better… Continue reading I Believe In Fairies ~ a prompt for @libertyfallsdwn
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Remembering the Beginning
It's been nearly a year since I closed my eyes and listened to my heart. It was bruised and battered, a little shy and afraid of getting hurt even more. But it needed to feel again, needed some excitement, some freedom without guilt. It needed you. It needed you to ask if I wanted… Continue reading Remembering the Beginning
