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romance

Book Review Criteria

So, I've been advised by those wiser than me who have traveled this review road before, that I should let prospective readers know in advance how I rate books and what I'm looking for. So, here goes! Book format: I... Continue Reading →

Reclaiming of Passion (Journal and Update)

So Stephentotheplate is 6 years old! My little baby is growing up. The original goal for the blog was to talk about politics, maybe documentaries. The goal was just to get writing again. I just knew that I wanted, needed... Continue Reading →

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Relapse (poem)

Songs remind me of you. The watch on my wrist, a gift from you, Reminds me of you. Everything reminds of you. This is the worst part of a breakup. The ruination of peace All because someone decided to play... Continue Reading →

Paint streamed down her arms. Little drops of swirled worlds. Hurried strokes of reds and blues, whirled onto the once white canvas. Pent up emotion, fear, frustration, sadness. Unending, undisguised, sadness. Her hand trembled as she dropped it to her... Continue Reading →

All that Matters (prose)

Of all the things I’ve tried. Of all the things I’ve attempted The effort expended in trying to love- In learning to love, Has been the most worthwhile.

Crush (prose)

She let herself enjoy the feeling. The feeling of the unknown. The maybe, the possibly, the could be. The thought of the new, so different, so- New. She enjoyed it. The getting to know him, the spending of time together.... Continue Reading →

With Feeling (poem)

Say it with your chest. Say it with confidence. Say it like you mean it. So that even on my worst day, I know you mean it. I’m not good with the in between stuff. If you love me, thinking... Continue Reading →

Fairytales (prose)

I think most people want the fairytale. The locked eyes across the room. The steamy love scenes. The reasonable arguments over misunderstandings. I think most people want their whole relationship to feel like the beginning. A honeymoon phase that never... Continue Reading →

A Taste of Home

You feel like, Warm, buttery, syrup, Atop of golden pancakes fresh out the pan.

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