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Continue reading →: Latina Blues
I must confess, I love working with AI. It is getting better at following my instructions and generating images to accompany my poems and stories. The more I interact with it, the more it teaches me about myself. The future of graphic design is here. It removes much of the…
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Continue reading →: Boho Eclectic
Boho eclectic is how I would describe my condo apartment. African masks and motifs blend in with Buddhist statues and images in the entry. My room is boho, painted golden orange, with a collection of my own paintings on the walls. I’m an artist as well, with acrylic portraits of…
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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer
31 Magnolia Lane was an elegant $4.6 million estate—six bedrooms, six-and-a-half baths, and more than 7,000 square feet. The kind of home that required door vetting and tight security. Grace Stevens, a striking woman with long, straight black hair, was the Realtor overseeing the Open House. Her picture had appeared…
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Continue reading →: Open House Killer Cont.2
Frank and Lucy pulled an all-nighter after receiving the case files. Frank paced, holding the files, while Lucy focused on the crime board, methodically adding details. Fueled by Chinese takeout and pots of coffee, they set up a sting to catch him in the act. The weekend was fast approaching,…
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Continue reading →: The Zombies
Her eyes adjusted to the brightness of her new world. She stood in a field of sunflowers, taller than she was. They stood in neat rows like sentinels, and she was on a little dirt path between them. Her feet were bare, and she could feel the dirt between her…
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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer cont.
Lucy sat in her car outside the small brick bungalow, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. She dialed. “Hey, superstar.” “Lucy, I’m literally carrying three balloons, a cheese tray, and a sign in heels. This better be good,” Mia said, a little out of breath, traffic humming in the background.…
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Continue reading →: It’s Groundhog Day
Is it Friday or Sunday? No, wait, it’s Monday—the click-click of the shutters opening, letting the perfect sunshine into my room. The cats circle my feet as I make my way into the living room. Bartzz, bartzz. The curtains open, revealing a lovely view of the garden from my upstairs…
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Continue reading →: The Open House Killer
Natalie Jenkins fumbled with the lock box and balanced her cookie tray and flowers. She held her cell phone to her ear with her right shoulder. “Yes, sweetie, I’ll pick up cupcakes and Barbie party favors for your class birthday. Love you. I’ve got to get ready for the Open…
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Continue reading →: In my Dream
In my dream, I conquer Fears and limitations and Stay balanced In my dream, I am free From the prison of self And I learn to breathe In my dream, I am taller Than the smallest of me I stand my ground In my dream, I don’t regret I am…
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