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Raulyn

I pulled my boat into a tiny slip near the edge of Port Havenshire’s market district pier.  Havenshire was far enough from The King’s Cross Isles that you couldn’t see the land of one from the shore of the other, but close enough to make the trip a quick sail if the winds were right, or a decent row if they weren’t.   1,801 more words

Deven Rue

My Mother's Daughter

It’s a brisk autumn morning and icy rain taps at the windows.  I watch the sea rise and fall in grey waves crashing into white foam on the rocks.   1,275 more words

Deven Rue

Educating the Masses One by One

After last week’s events, I’ve been in some interesting situations. Between doctor’s visits for injuries, meeting with a lawyer and a really awful date–no really–I have gotten to reboot for this week and hope for the better. 471 more words

Bariatric Surgery

Daughter of a Pirate

Julian Cantwell Doonagan was, for all intents and purposes, a dutiful wife and mother.  To the townsfolk, Julian was a free-spirited woman who sailed with her infant daughter around the islands delivering packages, messages, and visiting those in need.   581 more words

Deven Rue

This Week is a Blessing

I have been doing a much better job of posting as of late, trying to get a few posts in during the week and taking weekends off. 270 more words

Bariatric Surgery

The King's Cross

“Death is but another phase in our existence,” quoted the preacher.  He nodded as if in agreement, the few strands of his vainly plastered hair flopped to the left side of his head, where they originated and then stood up in defiance of him trying to cover his shiny, bald head.   526 more words

Deven Rue