Living Writer Review Novels & Stories

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YOU are such... a cat." I grinned as my eyes lowered to her chest. However, I gulped down my thirst. The woman's damp clothes sculpted two spears inside. As I focused on it, the size was almost depressing. It almost awakened my sleeping soul. But I went back on admiring her exquisiteness. Her eyes were a master while I was a mere piece moved by it. I smiled and whispered, "You are as pale as the moon's surface but as bright as it is at night. You deserve to be called my light."

It’s amazing how someone who writes such savage, excoriating, witty prose can be so gentle and sensitive in the flesh. Hmm. Is there a piece in that? I type: Meet our reviewers in the flesh?? Profiles?? Then I delete it. Our readers don’t want to meet the reviewers. They don’t want to know that “CBD” lives in Hackney and is an accomplished poet on the side. They simply want to know that their massive slice of cash is going to buy them all the sunshine/snow, white beach/mountains, solitude/beautiful people, Egyptian cotton/hammocks, haute cuisine/expensive club sandwiches that they

“The soil is right. The drainage is right. The attention is right. A correct life has that same quality. Things grow. The accumulation is visible.” Fleur turned to Elian. “The novels come from this?” “Everything comes from this,” Elian said. “The novels, the foundation, the letters, the conversations. You can’t write about staying from anywhere other than where you’re staying.” “And the third novel?” “Still growing,” Elian said with a small smile. “Underground. Like garlic in winter.” Fleur looked around the home, its quiet layers of meaning, the evidence of lives faithfully lived. “I’ve filmed many people in many places,” she said finally. “This is the most real place I’ve been.”

I'm eager to write more books with exciting plot twists and intriguing events. Kindly drop a review, let me know what you think. Ciao! Kay-D

Homey. There were no glinting chandeliers or polished marble floors. The space was low-lit, warm, and masculine. A dark leather couch dominated the living room, draped with a fleece throw that looked like it had been dragged off a bed. A punching bag hung in the corner beside a dartboard riddled with holes. The kitchen was neat, almost suspiciously so—counters scrubbed clean, cabinets bare except for protein powder and three unopened bottles of whiskey. But it was the small details that threw me. A stack of books slumped against the wall—wolf history texts, leadership manuals, and, bizarrely, a slim volume of poetry wedged between them like a guilty secret.

Only good thing about all of this was, she had a whole month to write the essay, so she can research and find her words. Just like this, the bright day turned into dark night and librarian came to her, to remind her, that it was the time for the library to be closed. Sia sighed and got up to leave, but didn't forget to place every book back in its place. She guess, she will have to come again the next day and continue her quest to find the real meaning of life in someone else's words.

CAMILLA RENÉE TUESDAY. I plunge the bottled water over my bed and slid down, but my whole body still wriggles and relive the last fifty minutes of my life. Verity be told. I didn't think I'll make it past the section of the library without melting or floating across the floor, but I did. I could even say a greeting to the distraught librarian, I could dig out my cell phone—order an Uber and subsist by the sidewalk, peeping over my shoulder, half predicting him to show up again.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.