THE FUNNYMAN- A YA novel by teen author Sophia Whittemore   It’s no laughing matter when you’re dealing with the Impetus… RELEASE DATE: MARCH 3RD, 2016 AUTHOR’S SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS: Gmail: sophiaMwhittemore@gmail.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/sophiawhitte Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Authorsophiawhittemore/ Instagram: authorsophiawhittemore Tumblr: http://authorsophiawhitte.tumblr.com/ WordPress: https://teenswrite2teens.wordpress.com/about/ RELEASE DATE: MARCH 3RD, 2016

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  Sometimes I believe There is love in all things  And that love makes me happy.  Because I won’t feel like A child let go  In the middle of a crisis.  Crisis. Believing that science is the only option: Cold lab tables, hardened benches Stethoscopes, high fevers, cool hands  And- always- fear.  Since love is…

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   Happy birthday, Disneyland. 🙂 I sat and watched the Disney tribute with my family and my dog. Suffice to say, it was a magical moment. No matter how much you try to fight against it, the waves of nostalgia will always come back to you. It’s a whole new world. And sometimes you just…

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     LITTLE, SINGING BLACKBIRD – by Sophia Whittemore There were birds between the stalks of corn. The wind wailed like a broken woman, howling her melancholy out for the whole world to hear. I wore a short coat that cut off at the thigh and had an umbrella swinging loosely from the belt at my…

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All quotes go to the individual persons who created them. Also, blessings sent to all those who need it or wish for it this Thursday. ❤️        

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   Describe the weather outside in one sentence:  The snow covered the ground, leaving the Earth with a soft, gentle kiss- a promise of spring on a frozen horizon. 

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   Look at the sky and tell me  No roads lie ahead.  The road is clear, the sun shines, Its beams aligned and led By the hand to wonders  That- still- we must discover.  You and me, we can travel forth Together. 

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   Using all five senses- sight sound taste touch smell-describe your happy place.  ——— I felt the sand, warm, pressing against my feet with a gentle kiss. The scent of salt and that deep, murky ocean was there, strains of seaweed beneath mountains of water gone stale. Somewhere, a child was laughing as he plunged…

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   Thus far I still have prophecy  I see visions in leaves of any sort I see visions now within your many faces Hand me your cup of tea And I’ll hand you the world. 

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