Edward Smith
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Health,Relationship & make money coach.Subscibe to my Health Channel https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkwTqTnKB1Zd2_M55Rxt_bw?sub_confirmation=1 and my Relationship https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCogePtFEB9_2zbhxktRg8JQ?sub_confirmation=1
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Every Sunday at 4:17
Every Sunday at 4:17 p.m., Eleanor brushes her husband’s hair. The nurses know not to interrupt. They used to ask why that time. They don’t anymore. Hospitals teach people the mathematics of grief. After a while, no one questions the arithmetic.
By Edward Smithabout an hour ago in Fiction
Letter To My Unborn Child
Dear child, my joy knew no constraints as I write this letter to you; my pen shook its whole body in gusto upon realizing this letter was meant for you, my writing pad wore a look of glee after being informed of the purpose of this letter, the stars glow with a smile upon my wise decision to write you, the moon hallowed my thought to ensure I do not forget a message…
By Edward Smith6 days ago in Journal
The Lantern That Learned Your Name
The town of Greywick learned early not to ask questions at night. By day it was ordinary—brick storefronts, a river that pretended not to remember what it had carried downstream, houses with porches that sagged the way old men sigh. But when dusk arrived, the town changed its rules. Lamps flickered on in windows. Doors closed. Dogs went quiet. And if you were smart, you did not linger where the streetlights thinned and the dark began to feel… deliberate.
By Edward Smith12 days ago in Fiction
The Bloom and the Bullet
The dust doesn’t just coat your boots on Persephone Station; it gets into your soul. It’s the colour of dried blood and old regrets, and it swirls in the thin, recycled air like a ghost that won’t leave you alone. I’m Marshal Silas Rook, and my job is to keep the peace in this tin can hanging in the void between nowhere and oblivion. My peace is usually kept with a six-shooter named Widowmaker and a sawed-off shotgun called Final Argument.
By Edward Smith12 days ago in Fiction
Where The Forest Laughs
This is a supernatural American folk Horror about blood thirsty little creatures that bite. Two New York detectives follow the blood stained evidence of a murder case deep into American mythology, legend, folklore, and blood thirsty little creatures--THAT BITE!!!
By Edward Smith13 days ago in Fiction
