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Continue reading →: Dearest JournalI am working on this website to make it even better and I heard hissing and popping from my black candle. The odd part is that they are being used for light, and I know for sure its notthing like draft or air pocket or draft. Otherwise the others would…
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Continue reading →: Changes AfootHello, Welcome to Bee Que Press! My name is Rose Marie Skye, you heard that right, I finally settled on a name. Now down to the nitty gritty dirt. Yes I have used AI to help me write my book. And yes I am aware how that affects me in…
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Continue reading →: Bee Que Press: Transformations and New BeginningsHello and welcome to the newly established Bee Que Press. I express my gratitude for your presence here. I have great news to share. I determined a method to ensure that all posts are directed to their respective pages. This was achieved by utilizing the Standifird-Huffman surname alongside my first…
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Continue reading →: Stray Thoughts & Sudden Realizations
A stunning day unfolds here in the magnificent Vegas Valley! The roses burst into brilliant blooms, and the trees vibrate with fresh signs of growth. Spring is just around the corner, ready to enchant us! After embracing moldavite for several weeks, an eager flutter of anxiety stirred within me, pushing…
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Continue reading →: Dearest JournalI complain a lot about the roommate. How he’s grumpy at me because I’m not cleaning the house. And I know that my friends are sick of it. And are looking at me like I’m the problem. And they are on his side over mine. That’s just the thing I…
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Continue reading →: Captain’s LogI awoke to the familiar sounds of the ocean lapping against the hull of my ship. The dull ache in my skull did little to help the gnawing in my gut that often accompanied a foreboding feeling. My hand pinched the bridge of my nose for a second before lighting…
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Continue reading →: Journal
What does success look like to me? How does that play out in the coming months? Success to me means living the life of a writer. I am sitting at my desk that has an overview of the life outside while I write. I can look at the people passing…
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Continue reading →: A short story IdeaShe rose from her grave to find a world that had changed. All that she knew had been lost. Time had erased her from existence. It had been over 80 years since she had died and in that 80 years wars broke out. Now the golden age of piracy had…
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Continue reading →: Imbolc
Blessed be this february day! The sun is shining and windows are getting cleaned. Candle is lit for St. Brigid. I feel the warmth of the day begin to creep in as we move towards Ostara. Life could not get any sweeter. I have a bust of st. Brigid on…
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Continue reading →: Imbolc
Blessed be everyone! I am joyously embracing the wondrous witches’ wheel of the year, commencing with the radiant festival of Imbolc. The wealth of information about Imbolc and its sacred celebrations is astounding! For me, it delights in simplicity: a flickering candle to symbolize hope, the fragrant harvest of fresh…
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I’m Sara
Welcome to The Hive. I craft atmospheric stories that explore raw human emotions, both in my personal reflections and in the narratives I create, inviting readers to experience the world through my characters’ eyes.