Tag: annie demoranville writes

Someone is impeding my writing today.

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Left on a dusty shelf in a dark corner of a secondhand store. A hidden treasure, ignored and neglected. I brought it home, cleaned it up, and stationed it on my desk. There it sat, silenced by smaller, faster, more mobile instruments. Still, I loved its sleek, strong presence, evoking thoughts of rainy night mysteries.

Sitting, working, when the quiet of the night was shattered by ringing. I must be hallucinating. It rings again.

I picked up the receiver…

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I may not look like much

But oh, the places I go

Over rainbows and behind waterfalls

Into secret, mystical portals

Magic begins with the push of a pedal

Hop on…

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This innocent looking spiral bound stack of papers hides big secrets.

Not clandestine loves.

Nor top secret codes.

No family mysteries, or long lost recipes.

Instead, it’s filled with anger and disappointment and frustration. Written down, locked away, relieving me of their burdens.

Much like Pandora’s Box, it must not be opened. Words have power.

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