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The Last Page, a poem by Michelle Brumley

The Last Page The sadness the end of book leaves behind speaks volumes chapters about our lives the lives we wish we had once had the end of a dream upon waking sleeping is the only time we’re really…

Emerald City ComiCon tickets on sale 10/11/2017!

Seattle's pop culture and comic book convention "Emerald City ComiCon" tickets go on sale tomorrow (10/11/2017) at 12 noon PST. http://www.emeraldcitycomiccon.com/Tickets/Buy-Tickets/ $30/ THU. ONLY…

Eye of the storm, a poem by Michelle Brumley

My autumn, a poem by Michelle Brumley

My autumn a poem by Michelle Brumley Space heaters Purple leggings Divorce papers My autumn is not your autumn My anger is not your anger It infects Like a 24-hour flu Going on 34 years No matter how…

Beginning of a zombie apocalypse?

There are wildfires surrounding us on all sides. The local news station is declaring our air as "very unhealthy" and "hazardous." A rural town has lost access to their 911 call center. As a creative…

Six Hours Remaining: Chapter 2 part 2

This is the second chapter of an "urban fantasy/slap-stick comedy with zombies" and a cat. Six hours left on the laptop battery. Four friends. One cat. Too many zombies. Read Chapter 1 Chapter 2 part…

Six Hours Remaining: Chapter 2 part 1

This is the second chapter of an "urban fantasy/slap-stick comedy with zombies" and a cat. Six hours left on the laptop battery. Four friends. One cat. Too many zombies. Read Six Hours Remaining: Cha…

Fire and Ice, a poem by Robert Frost

This is a poem by Robert Frost (March 26th 1874 - January 29th 1963) Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fir…

Introducing Myself

My name is Michelle and I live in Spokane Valley, Washington. I was introduced to Steemit by my friend @kiroshi. You should read his work, he specializes in journal entries for his adventures in role…

Rain - a collage poem

Rain A nod of pity for the plain girl I'll write you stories There are moments here only yours and mine To start things over again There is no distraction to mask what is real or if the sky opened up…