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A new series is debuting on Superlative Deviation. It’s going to be lots of fun!
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Earlier this year, I received two writing prompts to choose from. The first became “Lady Of Attica”. The second I rejected. Recently, I went back over that assignment and decided to take up the challenge again. The second prompt was more personal, and I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of creating a short story version…
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After a period of absence from most social media, I am officially returning to updating T.W.N. and Superlative Deviation! I’m busily trying to complete a project for release here on the website but hope to share an update in a week or so. In keeping with the season, I will be posting a few items…
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I awoke one day to find a cryptic lie had seized my mind. I awoke one day to see illusions claiming I was free. I awoke one day to feel the seven deadly, putrid seals. I awoke one day to think how near my soul came to the brink. I awoke one day to do…
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The official release of my first volume of poetry, The Ocean’s Made For Swimming, will be celebrated tomorrow – Dec. 21st, 2021 (Yule/winter solstice)! It will also be available to international readers. Further information will follow in the update I post tomorrow. I’ve been in the process of connecting and updating information across all of…
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Originally posted on Superlative Deviation: Life With Meaning, Life With Joy: Subscribe to Alura’s Angels and read the latest Angelic Herald. Very important info addressed to those who truly believe in the Heavens. https://alurasangels.com/featured-content/angelic-herald-october-2021-it-unravels/
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It is what you make of it. The images of mind. It is the limits of your soul In boundless space and time. It is the darkness or the light. The strangeness and the learning. The opportunities you missed, Distracted on the journey… The hearts you healed, the hearts you broke. The lightness and the…
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…The stone wall and the canon Met them with a fearful ROAR! They blew a kiss and whispered Love – The canon was no more. The stone wall raised its thorns As they silently approached – To them it was a gateway And blossoming vines encroached… Impostors are these archons? I have no…
Ena Whiteraven 