UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Author: Mae Faurel

  • The Last Kind Thing We Do for Love…

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    For Heff… Saturday, Heff crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Even writing those words feels strange… like they belong to someone else’s story and not mine. The truth is, it was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. The kind that sits heavy in your chest and makes you question everything. Anyone who has…

  • Episode 106 – Under Fierce Pressure…

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    Under Fierce Pressure. Bully’s Karmic Chronicles… Bully’s Karmic Year-in-Review.. Ah… where to begin. If ever there was a case study in “what goes around comes around,” this is it. The Gate Incident. It all started with the infamous gate. A car, stolen and driven by a boyfriend on drugs, hit the entrance wall. Chaotic, expensive,…

  • Not Fate. Fire…

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    This was what I wrote for yesterday’s DP, but lo and behold, the power went out! Hmm… Destiny? Don’t Insult Me… Do I believe in fate? Let me put it this way… If destiny was in charge of my life, it has a wicked sense of humour and a flair for chaos. I don’t believe…

  • Becoming Me Was Hard Enough…

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    Honestly WP? Hard pass. I’ve spent half my life trying to survive being me. Why would I clock in as someone else for 24 hours like it’s a shift job? People always imagine being rich, famous, powerful, beautiful… whatever their version of “better” is. But what nobody thinks about is this: You don’t just get…

  • Still Under Construction (But Standing)…

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    Still Under Construction (But Standing)… Oh, that’s easy… and also slightly unhinged when I look back at it. The most ambitious DIY project I ever attempted wasn’t something from a hardware store. It didn’t involve wood, tiles, or paint samples spread across a kitchen table. It was rebuilding a life while I was still standing…

  • Turns Out… It Was Never Mine to Carry…

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    Now WP, this is one daily prompt, I couldn’t resist! If I could ban one word from the human vocabulary forever, it would be “should.” Not because it’s offensive.Not because it’s rude.But because it quietly ruins more lives than almost any other word. “Should” is sneaky. It shows up dressed like responsibility, but underneath it’s…

  • Granny Frass: On Women Who Go Quiet…

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    Granny Frass: On Women Who Go Quiet… Well now. Would you look who’s writing again? You thought she was gone, did you? Ah, pet… when a woman like that goes quiet, she’s not finished. She’s measuring. You see, there are two kinds of silence. There’s the silence of defeat. And then there’s the silence of…

  • Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter…

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    Still a Dragon… Just Needed Winter… I’ve been gone a long while… Months, actually. And I won’t dress that up. Not because I had nothing to say, but because life required my full attention. Anyone who’s lived through a hard stretch knows this: there are seasons when you don’t narrate your life, you just live…

  • Ripples of Truth…

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    9/11… I remember that morning as if it were yesterday. I was living in Washington State, on a quiet lake where the mornings were usually calm and peaceful. The reflection of the trees on the water, the steam from my tea, and then, out of nowhere, the news broke through that stillness like a siren…

  • Angel on a Broomstick…

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    Angel on a Broomstick… Some days, I think the universe must be having a laugh, because if you’d told me years ago I’d become an angel on a broomstick, I’d have rolled my eyes and gone back to my tea. But here I am. Wings a little bent from turbulence, halo slightly dented, and broom…