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#NANOWRMO…or not. Maybe, probably, no.

Sooooo….I’ve pretty much pissed #nanowrmo down the drain so far in November.  Way to go, Tiffany!  However, I will stand up for myself in defense and say that we’ve been so busy, it’s a wonder I’ve spit out the blog posts for this month.  I have half of a novel sitting in my hard drive…

I am by Tiffany Luv Wright

I come home late because I’ve been sitting in a driveway drinking coffee and smoking my occasional cigarettes until 1 am.  Spilling our guts to one another in emotional haste, knowing we don’t get many moments like these. I am a childhood friend. I stop on my way through the basement and slip in to…

Stock

So many blessings…and yet sometimes we forget to take stock. I have been thinking about my horoscope from a few days ago.  I know it seems so odd to dwell on something that is so minor to someone else.  But I usually try to read mine every day.  It either fits or it doesn’t, either…

Desire And Bliss

Sometimes we wait.  We wait with patience.  We just sit and observe those around us and literally absorb everything.  Like tiny little universal sponges.  There is something sacred about those internal moments of reflection. It’s when we turn inward and truly start looking at how we want to live our life that things start to…

Irony

she stood and let the sand fall from her hands,slowly, grain by tiny grain,it slid through her palms to fall back home again. the wind was furious,the waves angry,reminding her the turmoil inside,cut like a sharp blade. the clouds sped by and,the lightning in the distance grew close,there was no more,calm before the storm. the…

Some things.

Some things always surprise me.  Just little things, you know, that seem to resonate with people on a whim. I posted this picture on my Twitter a long time ago, and months later I still get mentions in regards to it.  I love Taylor Swift, and always hope that Erica finds a role model that…

The Other Side Of The Story~A Short Story

 A Short Story by Tiffany Luv Wright Copyright 2015 The Hive Publications  He could hear her heels clicking across the house floors as she moved from room to room getting ready.  It was a sound he had grown used to.  The kids were at the sitter.  They didn’t get many nights out these days. She…