Lucy Monty Writes

I'm an author who is blind. For those without the ability to draw images, AI is very enjoyable and opens new doors. I do not use AI to write.

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One of my favorite projects.

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Adorable

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Elsa Puppy seems to have fallen over.

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The GREENMAN protects me. Beware.

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I used to call myself a Christian, then it became a label for bigots and stood for hate. Now I call myself a Roman Catholic who follows the teachings of Jesus. And that's the way it is.

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Back to the Future

Fahrenheit 451

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Don't tell me about your problems. I'm well past caring. We dig our own graves. I'm sliding into home. This world done wore me out.

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Light Pollution / David Jibson

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Not your average cowgirl. Slowpoke.

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Salt / David Jibson

Poem in Sheepshead Review (U. Wisconsin) Salt by David Jibson

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Playing poker with cats...very bad poker faces.

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We could not find Harold. I thought we'd made a jolly good try, because truth be told none of us wanted success. Harold is boring and not the least entertaining. His table manners are second rate. He holds his knife in his left hand, at the ready to assault the next pork chop with gusto.

He wouldn't be missed. Beatrice no longer fancied him. She overlooked him like an old pair of shoes.

We retired to the library to have a brandy, and there he was on the carpet with a knife in his heart, quite dead.

Hugo frowned and Homer gasped aloud.

Roberta began to weep. "However will we replace him?"

"I surely don't know," Homer said with passion. "Wherever shall we meet now."

"Hide the body in the shed out back," Beatrice offered. "He won't be needing his garden tools."

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