To escape.
To leave.
To retreat.
Everyday life calls for such actions.
We escape to places where laughter has been created.
We leave to sites where we are accepted.
We retreat to locations where love is palpable and omnipresent.
Everyday life calls for us to travel to these spots: mentally or physically.
My home is someplace where all of this is present.
My home is someplace where the memories keep such ideas alive.
My home is created with fabrics designed by moments I cherish.
To escape.
To leave.
To retreat.
My home is someplace where I no longer have to do those things.
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Reiley
An eclectic collection of the fictional and nonfictional story ideas that have accumulated in me over the years. They range from all different sorts of genres.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Fiction
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