Really? The audacity? Did you think I was going to have any pity for you and your loss when you never even thought of him as anything while he lived? Yeah. Right. No. While he was barely in the throes of living, the slightest thing took away all his strength; he thought enough to make sure you couldn't get anything. What do you think that says? I could surely tell you, but I won't be as cruel as you were. I know, narcissists never think they are cruel. It's always, "Oh, poor

Hey babe. I got the AAA card today. My solo policy. You're not on it. Now, I have the lead card—the same number you had. It's amazing how the smallest things can break your heart that you never would've suspected. A fucking card can bring tears to your eyes and down your cheeks as if you just lost your best friend. Per your request, I kept it. For one, 5 years is a long time to throw away, and two, as you always say, it's good to have even if you never use it for that one tim

I sat in your office today, going through your emails. It made me remember the last time I saw you in that room. No more death rattle. No more pain. Finally at peace. The tears just started, and I couldn't stop them. It's been almost three months, but it still feels like it was yesterday. I paid the property taxes and the water bill, and put the computer back to sleep. It's like 40 degrees in your man cave/office. I could hear your voice in my head, "The truck needs to get to

Well, looks like it might be my turn. I noticed some age spots—what?! Say it ain't so! On the most fabtabulous, wonderful, rocking (no idea why I was always rocking) Lisa?!—on my arms, and one of them is not like the others. It's more like a closed sore that is like a scab, but a soft, sore one (see the above picture). It's not a mole; moles aren't sores.   The little voice in my head is telling me it's skin cancer (years of burning your skin for a tan—baby oil, and that Bana

So, the power went out at 5 a.m (which are the dark ones--my porch light stayed on, which I thought was weird--the first and third one you can see how much snow we are getting). I raced down the stairs and shut off the water. It said it was 69 in here. Remember, I had been keeping it at 73. I turned the water full blast on the sinks and drained the water out, and flushed the toilet. Good. Back to bed. The system let me know that power came back on at 5:44, and it was back onl

One thing about me, I am a survivor. About fifteen years ago (maybe longer), I fell on some hard times. I had fallen at work and was going through a workers' comp claim. I knew my money was going to be depleted, and decided to pay for a campground site for the Winter. I put most of my stuff in a storage bin (paying months in advance), sold the stuff I didn't need, and tried to figure out what I was going to do.   During that time, I spent three months in the heart of the West

So, this morning, I realized that Sam's man-cave (behind his head, in the doorway, now hangs a sheet) area is so cold, and there was no way to stop it from bleeding into the house. It was an extension that the previous owners put on, and no vents in that room. He used to turn on the fireplace heater back there. However, I put up sheets to block the cold back there. The backdoor allows a lot of breeze into the house. I am having both doors replaced for security... in time. Bab

I woke up this morning and looked outside. The snow had fallen and made me want to cry. I remember our talk about how I wanted snow. You said, "We're not getting a lot, I just want you to know." Since you've been gone, that's all it's done. Normally, I would consider this fun. However, you're not here for me to tease about getting it. So right now, this snow doesn't mean shit. by L. Dee Walker - 1/21/2026

Being alone. When you're used to having that special someone with you, being alone is murder. You have to learn to be totally dependent again. You still talk to them when passing by the living room as if you expect the ashes to answer. You still wish they could make you laugh when you're having a bad day. You still tell them about your day and how much you love them as if they are still here, but then tell them how much you miss them and cry because they will never answer you

When Sam and I first started writing, we were roleplayers. Meaning that we would IM (instant message) each other to carry on the story. One of us would throw something out, and the other would respond. This is when I first approached him about writing the story together. I started it years before this, but had severe writer's block. He came in and turned the story around and made it 10 times better! God knows how much I miss him. I was Writing Diversity and he was Jonas Sparx

Interesting fact. When Sam and I were writing, he wrote the guys, and I wrote the girls. "Jenny Francis" was only supposed to be a one-time guest appearance. Chapter Two. Done. However, he said, after everything I wrote about her in the introduction, she couldn't be allowed to be a hit it and quit it character. So, she took on a much bigger part. Now, you know.

I am going to put all of the books up online for free. With the way the world is, everything costs. I love to write, and I don't make shit when selling, so this way, you can enjoy a little bit of peace for free. Karma is the main one right now, but as I have time, I will put up all the others. There are a bunch. There are even logs from when I roleplayed that I will put up. Now those... are interesting. Yes, I had my own world online that I created. You wondered where Deva ca

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