Category Archives: Louise

Roads…

Posted on July 13, 2018 by

If we don’t have a destination, every road leads to nowhere and everywhere, at the same time.   Life is exactly like that.  If we wander around, without anything in mind, everything is open to us.  Sometimes we need destinations and … Continue reading →

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Endings…

Posted on January 8, 2018 by

Pixabay So, we know that life ends.  We know that it begins.  We don’t know where we were before we came here and we don’t know what’s waiting for us when we leave.  We aren’t supposed to remember.  I think … Continue reading →

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Louise…Seventeen Final chapter

Posted on September 12, 2017 by

There was a knock on the door and Amelia entered.  “I brought food. “she said,” putting down a slew of bags.  “I’m here because I don’t like being out of the loop and I get lonely. Besides there’s a new … Continue reading →

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Louise…Sixteen

Posted on September 11, 2017 by

“How cute are they,” sighed Louise, watching Gau and Gat hug each other. “Coo?”All Posts “Of course I would look for you if you were gone,” said Louise, running her hand down the pigeon’s back.  “How could you even ask … Continue reading →

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Louise…Fifteen

Posted on September 10, 2017 by

Louise heard the car horn and ran down the hall.  She flung the door open and saw a demon the size of a truck, rocking the car back and forth.  Novak, as white as a ghost, was laying on the … Continue reading →

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Louise…Fourteen

Posted on September 9, 2017 by

“So you cast a spell that would open a portal for pit demons to come through but you aren’t controlling what they do once they get here?” “Not after they do the job for Daniel.  No.” “Don’t you care that … Continue reading →

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Louise…Thirteen

Posted on September 8, 2017 by

“Nice place,” said Shane, stretching, in the back seat. “A bit prison like for my taste but to each his own.” “Looks like a bunker,” said Novak, sticking his head out of the window. “That’s what it probably is,” muttered … Continue reading →

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