Sarah Lynn Morgan

You Can't Get There From Here

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Coming soon to a Big Closet near you.   A journey of self -
realization can take you further than you ever dreamed possible.

Emily

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Many important moments in our lives pass unmarked by solemn ceremonies or other rights of passage, such as weddings, graduations, and funerals. Usually, they are far more fleeting, passing almost unnoticed. Even so, and how ever brief, they are often the very moments that define us as who and what we are; and just as importantly, who and what our friends are. This story is a collection of a few such moments, like steppingstones through time, in the life of a very special person named Emily.

Emily

By Sarah Lynn Morgan

A Movie on Netflix: Boy Meets Girl.

Hey:

I just wanted to let everyone know about a movie I stumbled across tonight.
For one of the very few times it's happened, I found a movie, Boy Meets Girl,
that I wish I had written the story... and shockingly enough, it was a story that
I almost could have. And... I was floored.

http://www.netflix.com/WiMovie/80028366?trkid=13462047

I hope you are all well.

Sarah Lynn

A little good news.

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I don't think I can begin to tell all the ways that this
story made me feel really good, but it really did. I think
I chuckled for a half hour.

http://photoblog.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/12/21/9612651-two-...

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/ondeadline/post/2011...

Still, I feel so badly for several other stories, some from
only a few years ago, when several seemingly Fine officers were
removed from service, for being lesbian. It must be a form of

Echoes


Echoes
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Sarah Lynn Morgan

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I hear you in whispers, in a blowing breeze.
In the crash of surf, and the rustling leaves.
Your echoes all still living there,
And in my heart as longing, despair.

The slightest thing brings you back to me,
From times and places none now can see.
But my heart can hear them just the same,
Whenever and whence those whispers came.

The waiting is the hardest part,
These many lives we’ve spent apart.
I feel you always, not here, but near.
Immortal love in every tear.

That God has purpose for this love, must be.
Stronger than you, and stronger than me.
I do not know where, nor do I know when.
I only know I will hold you again.

Every Few months…

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Some funny stuff.

A reader wrote to my Hotmail to say he liked Star Crossed. He went on to say that he had only gotten into it because he clicked the wrong link!

… Sure! Fine by me.

I like to scribble a little, in those exceedingly rare instances that I have any time at all, and I’m convinced that like most people who’ve been afflicted with this same psychological shortcoming, I don’t care if he tripped over or fell down the link — Just as long as once the actual reading is begun, he feels like reading to the end.

The Unicorn's Gift

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The Unicorn's Gift

I hear the whispers of green leaves,
of meadow grass, and river reeds.
I feel the wind that pays them heed.
a warm caress the heavens breathe

I hear the singing of the larks,
and fat gray squirrels on wet tree bark,
of buzzing bees, do flowers tend,
a Lovely song that never ends.

I hear the summer singing free,
of life, of love and reverie.
From every voice, in every tree
a lovely song --- but not for me.

 
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The Unicorn's Gift - Part 12


Things of lasting value,
always rare, too few,
seldom found among those
that people say are true.

In all these many lands,
for a thousand lives of men,
we all have this in common
It lives in every ken.

Naught there is of value,
is had without a cost.
All truth is dearly purchased
or its value soon is lost.

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When we share our love,
We share our sorrows too
With all those close around us,
And some we never knew.

The path was laid before us.
Its turns already made.
We follow other’s footsteps,
Whatever choice is made.

For those have gone before us,
we share their sorrows too,
Even though the reasons
Are things we never knew.

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Part Eleven

The Unicorn's Gift, Part 10

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First of all, My apologies to everyone. The delay in getting this last post ready was
far too long. Suffice it to say, that real life has a way of dictating what we must do
over that which we merely feel a desire to do. I hope that for reason alone, that
something like this never happens again; and further, that I have not alienated any of

The Unicorn's Gift - Part 10


Love, it ties and binds us,
To all friends old and new.
Those we leave behind us,
And those forever true.

So what are joys and sorrows,
If we walk the path alone?
What are all tomorrows,
With no place to call a home?

To share what lies before us
Choose one with whom to lie.
But, when one is one to few
To thyn own self be true.

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Sarah Lynn Morgan

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Friends:

I apologize for not being able to post the rest of the unicorn story as I’d
intended. I will be posting fairly frequently as I rewrite it, but I can’t
guarantee to be posting at specific times as I have been. The good news
is that I do type quickly, and I have a very good memory for this story.
More good news is that my editor is newly back from a successful world

The Unicorn's Gift - Part 9


So many paths lead through the wood.
All different night from day.
Turning, ever crossing
so who will find the way.

A mother’s heart is strongest,
though her eyes see only light.
A father ever watchful
staves off a coming night

when eyes beheld so many years
with wisdom they might find
steps to lead us to the path,
to bring us peace sublime.

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Sarah Lynn Morgan

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Armed for myth with knowledge,
the younger leads the way,
sets our feet upon the path
we follow to this day

She who knows of suffering,
and peace that healing brings
Prizes love and mercy
above all other things

Hands so warm and gentle
that gift of love they bring,
and with the gift of knowledge
she heals our suffering
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The thing you fear, and feel so near,
you try desperately to hide.
The light the dark they struggle
and you take it all inside

Then one day you realize,
that the story too long told,
no longer huddles near you,
lies imprinted on your soul.

The light and dark still struggle,
a fight of right and wrong.
But in it’s resolution
the place where you belong.

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The struggle makes us stronger
As we pass through life’s travail
And all without our knowing,
if we live, or if we fail.

We face the pain and strife,
that threaten to divide us.
To our surprise we find,
a strength that burns inside us.

So tempered, by the flame.
And, forged like steel or iron.
We find within ourselves,
The courage of a lion.

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Hushed, so like the Darkness.
It creeps among the trees.
Vague and pale of power.
Like distant memories.

At first, not seen, unnoticed.
A vague cool morning light.
More felt than seen, never keen
a stir of breeze at night.

Then it’s there, a breath of air
at once how it should be,
With opened eyes, and lighter skies,
new worlds for you to see.

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Sarah Lynn Morgan
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The pain grows ever stronger,
Like a blackness on the soul
Ever near, and ever dear
It grows beyond control.

Though night can be a comfort
a refuge from one’s plight
To flee into a darkness
As deep as any night.

But, fears once held in darkness
can sometimes set things right,
for only from the darkness
can you see the farthest light.
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I see your face before me,
my friend of many years.
It’s distant, and looks strangely
through the shimmer of my tears

Your face, so sad in anger.
Our lives so many lies.
Your features look familiar,
but you have a strangers eyes.

I can not hide the me inside
for what I need to be.
It’s who I am, mistake or plan,
that’s all there is to me.

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Lost amid the forest,
as if clinging to the trees,
the all pervasive darkness
that strangles out the breeze.

Crouching there, the very air,
it struggles for control.
Canopy then parted,
sunlight breaks into the fold.

Here warmth and love that matter,
can dance amongst the trees,
admitted by a laughter
that lays the dark it’s ease.
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I hear the whispers of green leaves,
of meadow grass, and river reeds.
I feel the wind that pays them heed.
a warm caress the heavens breathe

I hear the singing of the larks,
and fat gray squirrels on wet tree bark,
of buzzing bees, do flowers tend,
a Lovely song that never ends.

I hear the summer singing free,
of life, of love and reverie.
From every voice, in every tree
a lovely song --- but not for me.
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Sarah Lynn Morgan
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The Coolest thing Ever!

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I just had the coolest thing ever happen. In fact, it may take days for
me to put it into perspective. I had to run down to a little store, because
we were out of cat food, and despite what I wrote to Sue Brown, I have
to bribe my cats with food so they'll like me.

Anyway, I'm standing there, waiting for my Pizza to be cooked (Because

Hansel & Gretel: A fairytale. Finale.

          Gentles all:   The following story contains reference to a form of Japanese street fashion, the adherents to which refer to as Elegant Gothic Lolita. Note, that the term “Lolita” refers to this style of clothing. This, with Gabi's kind help, is a revised and illustrated version of the story that originally appeared on Crystal’s Storysite.

Hansel and Gretel:
A Fairytale.
Finale.

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Hansel & Gretel: A fairytale. Act 3

          Gentles all:   The following story contains reference to a form of Japanese street fashion, the adherents to which refer to as Elegant Gothic Lolita. Note, that the term “Lolita” refers to this style of clothing. This, with Gabi's kind help, is a revised and illustrated version of the story that originally appeared on Crystal’s Storysite.

Hansel and Gretel:
A Fairytale.
Act 3.

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Hansel & Gretel: A Fairytale

          Gentles all:   The following story contains reference to a form of Japanese street fashion, the adherents to which refer to as Elegant Gothic Lolita. Note, that the term “Lolita” refers to this style of clothing. This, with Gabi's kind help, is a revised and illustrated version of the story that originally appeared on Crystal’s Storysite.

Hansel and Gretel:
A Fairytale.

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Hansel & Gretel: A fairytale. Act 2.

          Gentles all:   The following story contains reference to a form of Japanese street fashion, the adherents to which refer to as Elegant Gothic Lolita. Note, that the term “Lolita” refers to this style of clothing. This, with Gabi's kind help, is a revised and illustrated version of the story that originally appeared on Crystal’s Storysite.

Hansel and Gretel:
A Fairytale.
Act 2.

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Hansel & Gretel: A fairytale. Act 1.

      Gentles all:   The following story contains reference to a form of Japanese street fashion, the adherents to which refer to as Elegant Gothic Lolita. Note, that the term “Lolita” refers to this style of clothing. This, with Gabi's kind help, is a revised and illustrated version of the story that originally appeared on Crystal’s Storysite.

Hansel and Gretel:
A Fairytale.
Act 1.

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Does Size really matter?

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A question for everyone:

I've recently been having discussions about the lengths of
stories, which I thought might be nice to bring out into the
group as a whole. The question is, how long should the post
be for a full novel; or, how would you like it served?

Do you prefer to have it all in one lump, so that
so that you can download and read at our leisure?

The Princess and the Other Pea

The following story is not, strictly speaking, a transgendered story.  It is, however, fully steeped in many of the themes that will appeal to a number of those in th

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