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Lilly Cooper
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Little pieces of Me
I read Kayleigh's Challenge a little while ago and started my list, I have just lacked time to finish it. This is the first story I have started and not censored in any way. Edited for spelling errors, but it has been written by recording the points as they came to me rather than rearranging ideas for reading flow or avoiding sharing difficult topics. This is evidenced by my excessive use of the word but.
By Lilly Cooper10 months ago in Confessions
Lightscape: in Review
What is it about lights we love so much? Ultrasonic oil diffusers light up, but it does not add to the ability to diffuse oil. It is merely for ambiance. In a day and age where very few houses in developed areas are without electricity, we spend an awful lot of money on unnecessary candles and fancy accessories. There are entire streets festooned in lights for months every year for Christmas. I’m not sure about other countries, but we Aussies love our Chrissy light completions. And what party is complete without party lights? A friend of mine is starting a business designing and supplying custom neon lights to the public rather than just other businesses (there was a hole in the market, she and her husband plan to rectify it).
By Lilly Cooper10 months ago in Critique
The Mortal Gods
Once, when the earth was still young and Man in his infancy, the Gods walked amongst us. The Gods were represented by different faces in different cultures. Regardless of how Man saw them however, they were one and the same: the Greek and Roman, the Egyptian and Norse.
By Lilly Cooper11 months ago in Chapters
Me, Myself and I
This was the time to take stock. Looking back, it was like I was examining someone else's life. I’d been to the brink of Hell and felt like I was going mad. But I’d come back. And I was successful by most people’s measure. Some, knowing snippets of what I had been through, admired me for my strength of character. Even if I did not feel strong in myself. I know, it is fairly common to be self-deprecating. This goes to a whole new level in most people who have experienced abuse, however.
By Lilly Cooper11 months ago in Chapters