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Staring in the mirror, for a moment she was distracted by her straw blonde hair. “Like millions of wet rat’s tails” Steve had described it. She had spent a lot of money having it permed, his reaction had hurt her deeply. He often hurt her deeply, it was his nature, always attacking, never complimenting. She knew that he thought of it as a form of being loving. That did not make it more bearable, not any more. She hated that smug smile he always had when he thought he had be...

“You’ve shunned the press for so long. Why are you now granting me this interview?” Both the reporter and I had presented a strong case to the prison warder, and he had approved our request. We had been given an interview room for two hours and the cameras were allowed in. Now, with the earnest young man sitting behind his microphone, the bright lights shining on me, and the cameras rolling, I had to laugh and I had to cry. Cameras. They had become the story of my life. I pu...

My daughter is like a pure white rose, plucked and left to wither in the dust. A thornless rose, designed for pleasure not pain, yet upon her flesh, she bears many piercings - the marks of my love. Would I destroy those I love? Not I, that is not my way, though death will be my first gift. Though I feast upon her whilst she dies, she will not be my Lazarus, and I am not her Dives, for I give more than I take, and she will rise again, to be my Eve. Before her came her brother, her lover, ...

My daughter is like a pure white rose, plucked, and left to wither in the dust. A thorn less rose, designed for pleasure and not pain, yet upon her own flesh, she bears many piercings, the marks of my love. Does one destroy those they love? Not I, that is not my way.   She will not be my Lazarus, I gave more than I took, so, she will rise again.   I have already created her brother, her lover, Adam. He stands waiting, on the planet I have chosen for their Eden, for I am the s...

Our outlook can change during the course of a lifetime, especially when one lives as long as I have. My introduction to Earth was not a pleasant experience, far from it. To discover that I could breathe the air, yet be severely damaged by the sun and poisoned by almost everything I tried to eat or drink colored my judgment. By the end of my first week, suffering extreme sun burn, dehydration and starvation, I found myself croaking through parched lips. “Of all the rocks in existence, ...