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Drew slightly pushed his daughter to the side and eyed Detective Bellamy with a vengeance. It was no secret that the two couldn’t stand each other – in fact their feud had been long standing; stemming back to when Drew and Stormy first began to date one another. At the time, Aaron Bellamy was a young guy Stormy had grown up with and he too was vying for young Storm’s attention but there was something about Drew that intrigued Stormy a bit more. Once the two had wed and Stormy assured Aaron that they could and would never be, she and her husband had wrote Bellamy off as a memento they’d rather forget than keep but as luck would have it, the three became reunited the day Syir’s death went public. Aaron Bellamy had just made Detective with the Atlanta Police Department two years prior and Syir’s murder just so…
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People write for all sorts of reasons, but today we are going to talk about how to make money out of your stories. Whether you write short stories or novels, or anything in between, there are a number of different markets out there. If you are aiming to make a living from your stories, or at least supplement your income, you should be aware of all of them.
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check out the Loyalties series new episodes every wednesday
In Honor of
Everyone turned around and looked at Sidora as if she had three heads sprouting from her neck. They all knew she and Semaj were forever bumping heads and the thought of them living together immediately sent up red flags.
“I know what I’m doing – she can stay here…” Sidora let out an exasperated sigh because she knew allowing her sister to stay with her would be a job in and of itself.
“Sid, you’re a busy career woman. Semaj is not capable of being left alone for long periods of time.”
“Daddy, I can handle Semaj. My assistant is out on maternity leave anyway and instead of hiring some temp, I can just put Maj in her place.” Drew looked from one daughter to the other and felt the girls had something up their sleeves, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Before…
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so true get out of your comfort zone
Anton Chekhov once wrote that any idiot can face a crisis – it’s day to day life that wears you out. And he was right. I believe that most of us are strong enough to conquer the reality we live in, but so few of us are actually in control. It’s the ups and downs that make life interesting, to say the least. The struggles, the fights, the losses.
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Love this blog about Maya Angelou and her famous poem “Still I Rise”
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
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