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  • paulwrites 52w

    #books #reading #novels #serials #ghosts #ghoststory #hauntings #murder #mystery #thriller #suspense

    If you haven't discovered your latest novel to binge read, then check out these ghostly thrillers on Mirakee. 3 complete novels. 3 ghost stories. All for free

    Check out these hashtags to begin a novel.....

    #resurrectiondiaries
    #advocateforthedead
    #timeofourdeath

    There is also a work in progress under #ghostboyblues

    Resurrection Diaries is also available in print form on Amazon.

    Happy haunted reading!

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    Ghost Novels on Mirakee

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  • paulwrites 52w

    Life is but a mere moment compared to the lasting effects of love.

    ©paulwrites

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    New Tattoo

    Love my new ink

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  • paulwrites 63w

    #pod #quotes #writersnetwork

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    I thought we had a lifetime,
    Turned out we just had a time of life

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  • paulwrites 63w

    #poetry #heartbreak #lostlove #poem #poemoftheday #writersnetwork #anxiety #depression

    Sitting on the back porch
    Staring up at the nighttime clouds
    Voices in my tortured head
    Once quiet become too damn loud
    It seems I can barely separate
    The truest facts from painful fiction
    And now thoughts I never wanted
    Cause nothing but endless friction

    Why won't it rain so I can dance
    Every worry into the darkened sky
    Above my head the stars laugh at me
    As every memory makes me cry
    And I just want to let it all out
    Every feeling I can't express
    But if I can't find peace of mind
    How can I even begin to rest?

    Sitting on the back porch
    I think I feel the beginnings of rain
    But no it's just those returning tears
    Little drops of falling pain
    I turn my head hopelessly skyward
    Trying to see where it all ends
    But it just keeps traveling on and on
    Lost loves rarely return again

    By paulwrites March 2021.

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    Back Porch Poetry #1

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  • paulwrites 71w

    #darkestart

    Just wanted to send up an update on the fate of "Love is the darkest art" for any fans out there waiting on another part. Unfortunately, it is with heavy heart that i must abandon this project for an undetermined time. There are devastating aspects of my personal life that make it impossible to keep this as a happy ending kind of story. If i continue to write it will only end up as a horribly tragic tale where Draco doesn't get what he wants. For you see, my Hermione has decided after a decade that she loves another and it has left me completely broken. I had written a lot of my own feelings and romance into the story, and now my story is over. So i think it best if I just stop this tale where it is. I'm sorry if it leaves readers hanging a little bit, but as I said, to go any further right now would just lead to tragedy. I do hope to return to the story one day but at this point in time, I can't bear it. Sorry, dear readers. Truly I am. You guys have been great to me and I appreciate that. Please, if you would, just keep me in thought, prayer, good vibes.

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    Love is the darkest art update

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  • paulwrites 75w

    #harrypotter #fanfic #chochang #firstlove #younglove #kissing #teen #hogwarts #writersnetwork

    Harry's normal nightmares were filled with DA meetings and the death of Cedric. Sandwiched somewhere between the two however, were dreams of Cho Chang, Cedric's girl. He'd already kissed her once, but she cried afterwards, leaving him with a weird feeling. Was he really that bad a kisser? Or did she miss Cedric so much, even another boy's kiss drove her to tears? If so, Harry felt eventually in time the tears would cease, but how long? He wanted her to feel like he did now, just thinking of her. He wanted her to feel the nervous, yet exciting murmurs in the depths of the stomach. He wanted her to swoon somewhere deep inside when their lips met again. For that first time he kissed her, that's how it was for him. A rush of something had overtaken him and nearly made him collapse against her. He fought it, trying to be cool, but what of the next time? Would there be a next time? He was thankful that the thought of her chased the bad nightmares away. That the memory of the softness of her lips lightly against his made him forget that Voldemort was out to kill him. When kissing her, it was like nothing else mattered at all. Was that how all kisses were supposed to be?

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    Harry thinks of Cho

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  • paulwrites 75w

    #dramione #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #darkestart #draco #hermione #fanfic #younglove #firstlove #desire #writersnetwork #secret

    Confessions of Draco Malfoy

    There's an empty me that’s only filled when your lips are upon mine. You bring to me a saving grace that pulls me back from the edge of dark cliffs, parting the clouds so I may see the sun. No one could understand the tortured me inside, but you do. Oh my god, Hermione. I think I love you more than anything. If you make me choose...should I have to choose at any point in time, I'd want this moment right here. You in my arms. Heart beating against me. Kisses devouring any doubt.

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    Confessions of Draco Malfoy

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  • paulwrites 75w

    #books #reading #novels #serials #ghosts #ghoststory #hauntings #murder #mystery #thriller #suspense #writersnetwork

    If you haven't discovered your latest novel to binge read, then check out these ghostly thrillers on Mirakee. 3 complete novels. 3 ghost stories. All for free ��

    Check out these hashtags to begin a novel.....

    #resurrectiondiaries
    #advocateforthedead
    #timeofourdeath

    There is also a work in progress under #ghostboyblues

    Resurrection Diaries is also available in print form... ��

    Happy haunted reading!

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    Ghostly Novels on Mirakee

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  • paulwrites 75w

    #wifipassword #story #laptop #socialmedia #writersnetwork

    It all began with: "Hey what's your wifi password?" I thought it was an unusual request from someone i had only been talking to a couple days on private chat. He seemed like a nice guy, but still, why would he want that? To get into my laptop somehow? To steal my stuff? Personal pics or account numbers?

    "What's yours?" I answered, thinking there was no way he would give it. I was wrong.

    "aaaccenssst" he typed out.

    "You're trusting," I responded, not buying that this string of nonsense was an actual password.

    "I'm a good reader of people."

    "I'm not," I confessed, then added, "LOL."

    "Oh, it's easy. Reading people is just discerning what they want."

    "Okay, so what do I want right now?"

    He sent me an emoji. A surprised face with a question mark over it's head.

    "See you don't know," I teased.

    A few minutes passed and he didnt answer. I was beginning to wonder if I offended him. Just as I was getting ready to type again, he responded.

    "You want to meet me in person."

    I thought to myself that sounded conceited, but i couldn't deny it. He was right. I really wanted to meet him. He had interested me over our few previous chats. At times, I had marvelled at how compatible we sounded. We had a lot of common interests. Sometimes he could finish what I was going to say, like long time lovers who knew each other's heart and mind. When I told him my zodiac sign during our very first texting, he had rattled off all my characteristics and traits in a personal way. If he hadn't been so accurate, I probably would have accused him of just copying it from that day's newspaper horoscope. With all that in mind, I couldn't very well lie to him now. We'd gotten too close for that.

    "Yes I do," I typed back, waited a moment, and then added, "very much."

    I winced over that last part. I wasn't usually that forward or desperate sounding. But he was really under my skin. Even when we weren't chatting, I was thinking about him. I often found myself staring at his profile pic, tall, dark, and so handsome there had to be hundreds of girls trying to chat him up. If that was his real photo of course. I was aware of that possibility, but his profile pic at least gave me something to focus on while we texted.

    "Is your profile the real thing?" I typed, when he didn't respond to my last statement. "I know your profile name is Morning Bub, but that's about it. Is it really you in the pic?"

    "Do you want to find out?"

    "Yes," I answered in nervous hesitation.

    "Type in your wifi password."

    There it was again. Wanting a password. This made me suspicious all over again. "Why?"

    "So we can meet."

    "You don't need my wifi for that," I typed. "You know, on second thought, why don't we just stop chatting..."

    "Type in mine."

    This stopped me. Why did he want me to do that? I'm no technology genius, but I didn't understand what this would do. Access his wifi? I still didn't believe the jumble of words was a real security password, but he urged me on, like a dare.

    "Go ahead. Type it and press enter."

    I scrolled back up in our conversation to get his password, to make sure I got it right. aaaccenssst. I started typing then stopped. Something didn't look right. Something about the letters of his password. All those a's and s's seemed to jump out at me and say wait girl, don't look too close. I noticed his password was in alphabetical order. I'd never known anyone do that before. It was odd. To me it looked like a line from one of those word jumble puzzles from the newspaper. My dad worked these every morning at the breakfast table. Sometimes I even helped.

    "Go ahead," he prodded. "Type it, girl."

    That last text made it seem urgent, like a junkie waiting for his drug to kick in. He really wanted me to enter his password. My fingers hovered over the keys again. That's when my eyes started putting the letters in place. One by one they fell in correct order in my head. A. C. C. E. S. S.

    I looked at the keys. I hadn't typed out what my brain was deciphering, but I had typed the first six letters from the original jumble. I could almost imagine the guy in the profile pic grinning anxiously, as if this password were a key to a prison door. And that's when the last part of the password became clear in my mind. S.A.T.A.N.

    Access Satan.

    Suddenly his user name made sense. Morning Bub. It hadn't been a greeting as I originally thought. It wasn't like, Good morning, Bub. No it was MORNING star. And beezelBUB. Morning star and beezelbub. Two names for Lucifer. Two names for Satan.

    I shut down the chat window. Before he could type anything else, I turned the laptop off and unplugged it from the wall. My heart was racing in terror. I didn't know if he had been a crazy stalker or the devil in the flesh. All I knew was this conversation was over and he could find someone else to release him. Someone else to let him into their room, and possibly the world. The scariest thing about all that was I knew it wouldn't take him long to find a willing participant.

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    #wifipassword

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