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About The Wrought Writer

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” ~ Rudyard Kipling ~ I want to write words that you like to read. Hopefully, we have something in common.

Oh Boy

I feel rotten.   I’ve abandoned you all.   I haven’t signed into this wordpress account for a very long time and now that I have, I see you. You’re all still here. Not only that, a few new faces … Continue reading

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Mrs. Statton

Originally posted on Hazy Shades of Me:
Part One, Helena, is HERE Part Two, Gladys, is HERE — “We got a new girl today.” My blade presses through the taught, red skin. “She’s a bit tragic, I think.” “And what…

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Gladys

Originally posted on Hazy Shades of Me:
If you’d like to read Helena first, click here. – – – Ms. Harris perches at a small table, rolling melting ice cubes around in her short glass, vacantly staring in the direction…

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Helena

Originally posted on Hazy Shades of Me:
If you’d like to read Gladys, which could be considered part two of Helena, click here after reading below: – – – It’s a small smile, but enough to show me that her two…

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Originally posted on Hazy Shades of Me:
“I know where you live.” I stop mid pour. The rich smell reaches my nose and it’s glorious, despite not being able to stomach the stuff. “I don’t think you do.” I say…

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Duplexity

Breaking glass cuts the thin walls and fighting ensues but it isn’t the shattered shards of Champagne flute that’s caused it.   They’ve been struggling since I can remember. There is no beginning or end.   It just is.   … Continue reading

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Please Pass The Kryptonite

“Do you think your feet still smell when you’re dead?” All I can see is the top of his little head, hair glowing like raging fire under the warm lights above us. My voice strangled, I half scold him; “What … Continue reading

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Bird of Paradise

Although I’d told him not to get me anything, I am secretly buzzing inside. Right there, on the dining room table, in the middle of two beautiful place settings and a chilling bottle of bubbly is a small black leather … Continue reading

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A Duck Is Just A Duck

Bev’s tea is always so much hotter. It’s because she boils her water in a stainless steel kettle over a big gas range. As she slices carrots through the floral veil drifting up from my mug, I half listen while … Continue reading

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Magic

The Band-Aids are blue and there are four that I can see, one masking each little knee poking from below her skirt’s hem and one on each elbow like patches covering holes on an old man’s cardigan. The rest are … Continue reading

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