I was initially shattered into a million pieces finding out that Jake split up with me before I could call him. What kind of jerk announces to his followers on his Twitch stream that I was history? What a dim bulb he was to do something like this! My gaze becomes menacing as I imagine wicked things, and my intention drifts in even worse ways. There were no words, only emotions. With my armpits damp, I began to hatch a plan. The poisons I collected mingled well, and the spell I concocted should do the trick.
Shallow man, be gone!
I Write Her 
Love this, Susi!
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Glad you liked it, Sara! :)
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This is awesome! Your style of writing is very immersive. ❤️
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Thank you for your kindness! I appreciate it :)
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Whoa and yes! Bad karma.
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Whoa is right! lol Bad guy got his bad karma! Thanks, Eugenia!
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My pleasure, Susi!
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Oh so well written my friend
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<3 Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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Marking this with your ceremony puts you in control of your life.
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I’m not sure I understand. This piece is fiction, Jasper.
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For the fictional character, the ‘spell’ is the ceremony in which she takes charge rather than seeing herself as the victim.
(Does that make sense?)
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When you put it like that, yes. I thought you were thinking this was a story about me. But you are correct, may we always be our own heroes! Thanks for clarifying!
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When I write, the line between fiction and my reality is purposely blurred. I’ll write about a third person but use the first person voice. Reserving the right to take liberties.
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
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He better watch out! lol
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Whoa!!!! Nice write!
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Appreciate it, Ruth! Thank you!
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