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~ Quote of the Day ~ Half of being smart is knowing what you're dumb at. - David Gerrold Hello Everyone; As I continue on my writing quest, I often look to the professionals for proper grammar usage, and all those types of things out there which will aid me through the darkened labyrinth passages of the publishing realm. I came across this information today and thought I'd share so none of you would remain in a state of ignorance regarding your writing. Thither onward mon amis. Enjoy the missive. P Grammar Rules for the Unenlightened; Or, How to Write Good Original source unknown; variants of this list have been forwarded to me without attribution by several different individuals. Don't use a big word where a diminutive one will suffice. Don't use no double negatives. Don't never use no triple negatives. No sentence fragments Corollary: Complete sentences: important. Stamp out and eliminate redundancy. Avoid cliches like the plague. All generalizations are bad. Take care that your verb and subject is in agreement. A preposition is a bad thing to end a sentence with. Avoid those run-on sentences that just go on, and on, and on, they never stop, they just keep rambling, and you really wish the person would just shut up, but no, they just keep going, they're worse than the Energizer Bunny, they babble incessantly, and these sentences, they just never stop, they go on forever...if you get my drift... You should never use the second person. The passive voice should never be used. Never go off on tangents, which are lines that intersect a curve at only one point and were discovered by Euclid, who lived in the sixth century, which was an era dominated by the Goths, who lived in what we now know as Poland... As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "I hate quotations." Excessive use of exclamation points can be disastrous!!!!! Don't use question marks inappropriately? Don't obfuscate your theses with extraneous verbiage. Never use that totally cool, radically groovy out-of-date slang. Avoid tumbling off the cliff of triteness into the black abyss of overused metaphors. Keep your ear to the grindstone, your nose to the ground, take the bull by the horns of a dilemma, and stop mixing your metaphors. Avoid those abysmally horrible, outrageously repellent exaggerations. Avoid any awful anachronistic aggravating antediluvian alliterations. This sentence no verb. http://www.paulhensel.org/teachgram.html Last updated: 6 July 2008 This site © Copyright 1996-present, Paul R. Hensel. All rights reserved. |
~ Quote of the Day ~ “If you fall, fall on your back. If you can look up, you can get up.” - Les Brown Hello to those who happened to stop by on their way out to buy milk and bread. Just a quick note. I wanted to share a bit more about life and writing and bubbles bursting ... but alas, I find this difficult at the moment since writing and typing have become almost impossible due to a giant splat on hardened blacktop a while ago. Right now the one hand that kind of works is putting out a whopping one to two words a minute and spasming with that effort. Suffice it to say my dreams of getting ahead of the game with writing and submitting has ground to a halt, along with editing my current Riley story "Nightmare in Stone." Yes, and with all that depression has landed like a concrete bird on my aching neck. Such is life today, but at least I'm sitting up and fully participating in my pity party. There was a rumor I was too down to even attend the event. But you know me, the promise of a big pointy hat and a noisemaker to rally the woebegone tempted me from between the covers of my sickbed. To sum it up, I fell hard, and am still surprised I was able to move that quickly. Folks, I can now certify there was indeed no moss that had gathered on my stone as it rolled across the parking lot in front of Michael's Art store. In fact, I sped through the lot as if Mercury had infiltrated my being to thrust me into hyperdrive. I hate to break it to him, but he channeled a klutzy woman in his quest for vicarious speed. So here I sit on a sprained bum, with one ankle and arm immobilized in ace bandages and a wrist guard, while dealing with the opposing set of offending limbs I am thankfully able to use despite their injuries. I think I also gave myself a whiplash, but hey, that's life in the fast lane, huh? To give you an idea of the aftermath of my fall from grace (luckily I was wearing jeans and sturdy shoes instead of stilettoes and skirt) I heard a woman screaming as my rolling came to a halt. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Her face appeared over me blocking out the weakening sunlight. "Are you all right? I saw you falling. It was horrible! I can't believe you fell so hard. Are you all right?" I didn't know if I was all right as incredible pain seared my left wrist indicating it was on its way to a few weeks in a plaster bed. I stared at the rock imprints on the heel of my palm and winced while I tried to move the ankles. A man's face appeared next to hers, along with his wife's (although I didn't see a ring so maybe not.) He said, "Here, let me help you up. Can you get up?" I appraised his height (and lack of young muscle tone) both close to mine and thought about a few of Newton's laws, deciding it would be the man who ended up falling on me rather than him hoisting dead weight from a sprawled position to a safe standing stance. I nicely declined and attempted the near impossible ... standing under my own power. The nice woman gathered my purse and small bag (thank God I hadn't bought the 24" x 36" inch frame for one of my paintings, which is what originally took me to Michaels. I can only imagine digging the expensive splinters out of my hands and face when both of us fell to the ground.) and suggested I sit in the car to rest before driving. Duh. But she was extremely nice and helpful which you don't usually find in the public anymore. Kind of restored my faith a bit regarding the throng of humanity intent on always running you down on their way to nowhere. The day ended with a drive home in fog (4:15 afternoon) which quickly became a white out as I drove the last ten miles. I was glad to get home to Little House in the Valley, no matter her state of humbleness. Since then I haven't accomplished much, but c'est la vie. That's the news on the home front. Needless to say the writing front is almost as depressing. Frankly, I thought about giving up writing a few weeks ago. Yeah I know, the pity parties are widespread these days. I'm trying to look at all of this in a positive vein. Honestly? I'm lacking there, so maybe keep me in your prayers. Hopefully I'll be back soon with better news and an improved outlook and insight on life. If you're interested, I'm compiling a list of those interested in the "Myth to Life: The Rise of Riley McCabe" series for future days and releases and info. I'd love to add your name to the list if you send me your name and an e-mail address. I can't do any of this without all of you, nor do I want to. I hope to be back before Christmas. Until then everyone stay safe and sober, and if you can't stay sober call a cab or friend. You're too important to become a statistic. Ta and peace, P ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
Happy Thanksgiving ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** As we enjoy a day of bounty in America, please take time to give thanks for your life, liberty, and the ability to provide for those less fortunate than ourselves. Please keep our military in your prayers especially as they serve far away from their loved ones during this holiday. These men and woman make our country strong and allow our freedoms to endure. May God richly bless them. Please enjoy these poems of thanksgiving. For those of you not participating in our national holiday, I wish you much joy and happiness with your families, and many bountiful blessings. Peace, Patricia ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers by Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1826 The breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear;- They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea: And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free! The ocean eagle soar'd From his nest by the white wave's foam And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd- This was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band:- Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trode. They have left unstained, what there they found Freedom to worship God. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** HOW TO OBSERVE THANKSGIVING Count your blessings instead of your crosses; Count your gains instead of your losses. Count your joys instead of your woes; Count your friends instead of your foes. Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears. Count your full years instead of your lean; Count your kind deeds instead of your mean. Count your health instead of your wealth; Count on God instead of yourself. ~~Author Unknown.~~ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** THANKSGIVING IS.... Thanksgiving is a time of gratitude to God, our Creator and Provider, whose guidance and care go before us... and whose love is with us forever. Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on the changes, to remember that we, too, grow and change from one season of life to another. Thanksgiving is a time of changing seasons, when leaves turn golden in Autumn's wake and apples are crisp in the first chill breezes of fall. Let us remember the true meaning of Thanksgiving. As we see the beauty of Autumn, let us acknowledge the many blessings which are ours... let us think of our families and friends.. and let us give thanks in our hearts. ~~Author Unknown.~~ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
~ Quote of the Day ~ The price of greatness is responsibility. — Winston Churchill ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** THOUGHTS ON VETERANS DAY by General Douglas MacArthur It is the SOLDIER, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the SOLDIER, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the SOLDIER, not the campus organizers, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the SOLDIER, who salutes the flag, who serves the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protester to burn the flag. AMEN. Folding of the Flag The following information on Folding the Flag was sent by Russell Maynard of Michigan. Did you know that government schools stopped teaching this in 1955? Sad, isn't it! The flag is folded 13 times to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but there is much more to the flag folding. Read on ... The 1st fold of our flag is a symbol of life. The 2nd fold is a symbol of our belief in eternal life. The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing our ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of our country to attain peace throughout the world. The 4th fold represents our weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance. The 5th fold is a tribute to our country, for in the words of Stephen Decaur, "Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong." The 6th fold is for where our hearts lie. It is with our hearts that, "We pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all." The 7th fold is a tribute to our Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that we protect our country and our flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of our republic. The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day. The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded. The 10th fold is a tribute to the fathers, for they, too, have given their sons and daughters for the defense of our country since they were first born. The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews' eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians' eyes, God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding us of our nation's motto, "In God We Trust." After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the sailors and marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges and freedoms we enjoy today. There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning. In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why. Do you know that at military funerals, the 21 gun salute actually stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776? Eulogy for a Veteran Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. A special thank you to this link for providing great information on Veteran's Day. http://www.lovetolearnplace.com/SpecialDays/Veteransday/veteransday.html I would like to personally add my thoughts and prayers for the many who have died proudly serving our country as well as the families of the military who are left behind. Thank you for giving your life so that I can remain free from tyranny and oppression. To those who serve today, my humble prayers of gratitude and honor are with you as you serve. Please check out these sites and help provide for those who gave of themselves so freely and without regard for their personal safety in order to keep us from harm's way. http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/ http://www.amvets.org/ http://www.dav.org/ Peace, Patricia |
~ Quote of the Day ~ Life is full of surprises, isn't it? ~ Charlton Heston Hello Everyone; Yesterday when I opened my inbox I noticed an e-mail from Every Day Fiction with an attachment. I'm always hesitant to open attachments I'm not waiting for in case the attachment sends sexbots into hyper-drive and floods my inbox with unwarranted porn, hence my reluctance. But curiosity got the better of me, and really, would EDF send me a cyber worm to excavate my hard drive? I opened the e-mail, read the contents, and thought it was a joke. But then I looked at the paperclip attached to the e-mail indicating what I was reading was true. One of the editors from Every Day Fiction sent me notification the publication would be including my story, "A Shiny New Andrew" in their anthology "Best of Every Day Fiction of 2008" and would I grant them permission to use the story. Say what? I read further. Also attached was my bio to update so the publication would include my writing credits after my story originally premiered. I must confess I stared at the e-mail and still thought it a joke ... until I reread several times to make sure this is what the publishers truly meant. So ... drum roll please ... I am thrilled to announce "A Shiny New Andrew" will be among the other stories in the "Best of Every Day Fiction of 2008" anthology. I'm really excited and wanted to share my good news with all of you. This came from out of the blue since that story was first published in February, and I had no idea an anthology was out there with a chance to be in it. Wonders never cease. So my word for all of you frustrated writers out there (and believe me the past few weeks have been heinous in my head regarding publication and writing that I've felt insane) is to keep plugging away at your work, even if you're thinking about throwing in the towel and saying bye-bye to the writing world. Sometimes, when you least expect it life throws something unexpected your way and reinforces (if but for that small moment) that there is hope out there and to hang onto that hope when everything else seems dreary, dark, and mundane. Here's to all of you. May your quests be great, your visions vast, and your soul humbled when you realize how fortunate you are to have dreamed a dream and bits of it are coming true. Ta and Peace, P |
~ Quote of the Day ~ Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money. - Jules Renard (1864 - 1910) Hello Everyone; I'm happy to announce that Farspace 1 Anthology is now available for purchase at the following location: http://www.lulu.com/utilityfogpress ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My poem, "An Electromagnetic Pulse", is among the pages of the anthology along with other writers from WDC. I hope you take the opportunity to check out the anthology and enjoy what each writer has contributed. It's been a long time in the works, but I think worth the wait. Ta and peace, P |
~ Quote of the Day ~ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think. - Edwin Schlossberg An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generations. - Charles de Montesquieu (1689 - 1755) Hello Peeps; Gosh, where has the month gone? Mine still exists in an Ibuprofen bottle. I'm into my second hundred tablet one in three weeks. Think there's a record somewhere in there for liver tolerance or something. How has your month gone? Geez, almost Halloween and I haven't decorated anything in my blog either. I'll try to put something here once I get this effort in rambling gone amok done.  If you are interested in sending Halloween Tricks or Treats greetings, scope out my two cNote collections. Fun spooky stuff to tempt you boos and ghouls into sharing a good time. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
Okay, now that we've returned from our commercial interruption, here's more scoop on the writing front. After months trying to decide how to handle a scene in the next Riley installment, I finally found something to hit on after scads of misses. Some days writing is like digging for gold in a million miles of pyrite-laden earth. It just ain't happenin' no matter how long or deep those holes have become or how tired your arms are from flinging gold-flecked stones. But I'm tres happy to report I started on that scene and it kept growing as if the pyrite had been layered with manure and continued sprouting areas full of idea plants. Too many ideas in fact as I continued trying to rein in my mind and concentrate on the task at hand. The scene ended up at almost 17,000 words, which I'm dividing into sort of chapter-like breaks. Hopefully the editing will make the scene's length interesting and not a torture session in the futility of overwriting a notion instead of a plot. When I reached the end of the scene I was never so happy to remove my mind from the room in which the story dwelt. I'd spent weeks locked in that room with one character, shifting from banter to angry words, active visions, weaving loose ends of other storylines from the previous stories into the tapestry of this story to answer questions posed by plotlines and characters and probably from those who've been kind enough to read the series, while tempting other questions to be asked from Riley and her foes. When I started this installment, now entitled "Nightmare in Stone", I had planned to continue the story far past where I have ended, but have since decided to begin another installment and delve deeper into some the characters of Zander, Andrew, and Riley's reaction to them in her life. That's the only spoiler you're going to get from me at this point. Sorry. I can now tell you "Nightmare in Stone" is finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This one weighs in at almost 30,000 words (yep another novelette, aren't you excited? I am.) and picks up with Riley ... ah, you'll need to read "Hunted" to see how that one ends to put this in context.  And don't forget "Blood Betrayal" (novelette length) is coming out in February 2009 and you'll want to have read "Hunted" then as well since Braedon isn't happy due to ... What can I say? It's a series meant to keep you intrigued. I hope I'm doing my job because I'm intrigued with what I'm going to come up with next.  So I'm now going to tackle editing, make sure continuity issues are addressed, and plot lines secure. Who ever said writing was a simple process? And then the pacing begins when people read to see if I managed to work a bit of magic on the page, then more pacing as the work is sent to the publisher to await their reaction. I wonder how low the stock price on Advil is these days? I'm sure I'll need a fresh supply. Maybe I can ask the Great Pumpkin for some in lieu of candy. Here's where we stand, folks. "Myth to Life: The Rise of Riley McCabe" is available at Mystic Moon Press http://www.mysticmoonpress.com/authorpages/pamatthews.html as well as a few other stores such as Fictionwise eBooks, mobi pocket, and Amazon.com (click above picture for reading links) Available now: 1) Between Myth and Blood 2) At Death's Door 3) Hunted February 2009: 4) Blood Betrayal (A Carlisle Chronicle) Coming Soon: 5) Nightmare in Stone 6) Harbinger's Moon (new characters in the Carlisle Chronicle side of life) 7) Rise of the Clan (this title may change as many do, just wanted to tempt you with the story of Zander, Andrew, and Riley.) I want to thank those of you who continually care about what happens to me as well as my writing. I couldn't do any of this without ALL of you and I don't want to. Thanks for being patient with me while I write. Life becomes a tad tunnel-visioned when trying to get work out there and meet deadlines. I heard this song today. It's the new single from Nickleback. I think I've found a song which expresses my personal life a bit. This is the first day I've listened to music. Consider this a gift to those still searching. Maybe one day, huh? Ta and peace. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woiRZBlDJHs |
~ Thought of the Day ~ I forget Hey all; I'm now into week two with a migraine to beat the band, or maybe it's the marching band in my head refusing to take a break that's getting me down. Frankly, I'm surprised my eyes aren't bleeding from taking so much ibuprofen. I can only imagine what's happening inside my stomach. Yeah, lots of swirling in the head and stomach, teetering on the cusp of a vertigo spell. Finally, something that Janet Jackson and I share. And here I thought it was only our dance moves. But thither onward mon amis. To celebrate another day of pity party, I'm giving you a joke from my people to enjoy, because I don't know about you, but I can really use the laugh. Take care, catch you on the flip side of Advil Ta, P A blonde had just gotten a new sports car and was out for a drive when she cut off a truck driver. He motioned for her to pull over. When she did, he got out of his truck and pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. He drew a circle on the road and told the blonde to stand in the circle and not move. He then went to her car and cut up her leather seats. When he turned around she had a slight grin on her face, so he said, "Oh, you think that's funny? Watch this." He gets a baseball bat out of his truck and breaks every window in her car. When he turns and looks at her she has a smile on her face. He is getting really mad. He gets his knife back out and slices all her tires. Now she's laughing. The truck driver is really starting to lose it. He goes back to his truck and gets a can of gas, pours it on her car and sets it on fire. He turns around and she is laughing so hard she is about to fall down. "What's so funny?" The truck driver asked the blonde. She replied, "When you weren't looking, I stepped outside the circle 4 times." |
~ Quote of the Day ~ Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it. ~ Truman Capote Hello people; Again, I speak as if extoling to the masses instead of the person who happened to click on my blog in error. Welcome wanderer. I think I mentioned somewhere last month that the latest installment to the Myth to Life series was finished and being sent to the publisher. Of course I may have been under the influence of chocolate that day so I'm not quite sure I posted a blog or perhaps just put it in my header thingy. I digress. Welllllllllllllllllll, I was all ready to send the bloody manuscript away (after too many rewrites and edits and comma corrections from those in the know), but held off submitting. Last week was one of those weeks where lots of craziness happened, not the least of which was a day sitting in court as a potential juror. I'll share that lovely episode for another blog dedicated to God and Fresno County in the near future. Needless to say, the submission didn't happen then for several other reasons as well. So today I decided I couldn't procrastinate any longer and opened up the manuscript for one last check before hitting send. I'll tell you, this manuscript has been like a project from someone suffering with anOCD problem. I can't tell you how many times I've gone through the thing and ended up not editing but reading. After awhile I thought I knew the words so well that everything was wonderful ... I wasn't seeing any errors. Ha! There were a few mistakes still lurking amid the thousands of words I'd written and had repeatedly checked. So I suppose the lingering over the manuscript was a good thing this time. 'Blood Betrayal: A Carlisle Chronicle' is now screaming through the internet connection, hopefully landing at the correct computer and not orbiting the hinterland of deep space. Frankly, I'm glad to have this one completed. Plus, I really like the story and hope each of you like it as well when it is published and you get the chance to read. This installment is different in that this story is one of the Carlisle Chronicles and deals with Braedon and a few of his family members so you will be able to see some of the inner workings of his world. And all the characters are male in this one, except for a brief appearance by a female who ... ah, you'll have to wait to read what trouble lurks there! Writing a male dominated story was fascinating and exhausting every time I put on my testosterone hat to write. If I offend you guys ... sorry. Just think of it as writing about shoes or cosmetics for a lot of words. But since most of my characters are male in this series, while the main character is a woman, I'm liking the direction this is going. Now I can return to the latest Riley McCabe adventure that will come after Blood Betrayal. I've already got 16,000 words down with many more to write. Hopefully that one will be completed in the next month and on its way to publication. If you haven't had the opportunity to find out about Riley McCabe and Braedon Carlisle and all the good and evil characters lurking in the series, why not catch up with the stories before this new one hits the airwaves. I think you'll like the series ... of course I'm prejudiced. The series is available at Mystic Moon Press as well as Fictionwise eBooks. Riley awaits. Myth to Life: The Rise of Riley McCabe 1) Between Myth and Blood 2) At Death's Door 3) Hunted - MMP's bestseller for the month of May http://www.mysticmoonpress.com/authorpages/pamatthews.html In the immortal words of Eeyore, "Thanks for noticin'." Ta for today, P |
~ Quote of the Day ~ "And this is the forbidden truth, the unspeakable taboo-that evil is not always repellent but frequently attractive; that it has the power to make of us not simply victims, as nature and accident do, but active accomplices." Joyce Carol Oates ~ Haunted: Tales of the Grotesque Welcome; Come gather round while eventide slips into true night and we are no longer bound by garish light. Settle back ... allow your mind to wander into the hinterland of disbelief. Breathe the dank air as is enters your nose, tickling your brain as you inhale the scents of rotting flesh and stench-filled viscous clots of drying blood spattering walls and ground. Imagine 13 tales of horror ready to whisk you to a place filled with never-ending unease. Get ready to hear the moans, groans, and unsettling sounds of the dark as they wind through your ear on strains of madness. Try to regulate your breathing as your lungs refuse the air while your heart thrums against your ribcage in a tribal drumbeat. "Red Fog" has been published in the Horror Issue of TREI Literary Magazine - The Front Door, available today and running until the last clang of the midnight chime on Halloween. Enter if you dare ... I hope you enjoy my story as well as the rest of the chilling tales permeating the magazine. Not for the faint-hearted. Bloodily yours, ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** The Front Door TREI Literary Magazine - The Horror Issue http://www.treimagazine.com/Index.html ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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