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Heres a sneak peak at my one of my short stories. I hope you enjoy it. If you would like to finish the tale simply let me know.

By Davey Garay
Harriet and the Kiss of Forgetfulness

Harriet was a very beautiful young woman,More beautiful than most women.She was full of life and a certain gracefulness that attracted men and women alike as if moths to the flame. Harriet was a flame and she burned very brightly.Despite her happiness, her life had been hard. At a young age her mother’s life had perished but not before her mother could make a wish and write it on a slip of paper.

She gave the slip to Harriet and said “This now has my heart little baby. Keep it with you always and may you forget me as a sorrowful memory but remember as I once was. Only look at this slip when you need. When the time comes you will know.” And with this final statement her breathe escaped her body, fading in to the sunlight peeking through the window.

Harriet was still such a loving and beautiful little girl, full of magic and wonder. She was always out dancing amidst the sadness of the world; as if to say “What sadness?”

Harriet’s father walked out on her some time after this tragedy. Many nights he would watch his daughter sleep with caring and loving eyes. She was all that he had left and Harriet felt safe when he was near...

That's it. That's all you get.
(P.S. the story is finished, just in case you were wondering)

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This was somewhat intended to be written as a song. Perhaps one day it will be.

Traveling Man by Davey Garay


The road I’m traveling
Is lonesome, hallow and dark.
It never ends and frequently bends
But never ever stops.
I’m a solitary man, cuz this is how I stand
I travel from city to city and play a one man band.
I sing and hum, play my guitar and then run.
I’m a solitary man but a traveling man and my baggage has overrun.
It slows me down, makes my face forever frown.
I’ve lost my way and I’ll never understand how
But since I’ve taken this road, five years to the day
I know I wasn’t alone.
She waits for me just in the other town.
Maybe this time she’ll stay.

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The lost boy By Davey Garay

We used to play
All day long
Out in the woods
We were all so happy then
Our lil’ gang
After what happened
We all never played
Together again
Every year
I visit you, Peter
You are always
The same age
And you always will be
Forever

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Only Natural By Davey Garay

Strawberry hair, hate it.
Rose lips, despise them.
Eyes that shine like stars, screw those.
How can I hate the strawberries I eat for breakfast every morning,
The rose bush I pass on my evening walk during lunch,
and the starlit sky I look at during dinner.
but I do...

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Its time to share some writings here :-) enjoy

Heart On Sale by Davey GarayHeart for sale, my heart is for sale. It is broken and beaten and abused. Has pieces missing but its still a heart. Should be an easy fix for someone with the time. Selling cheap, just want it gone. No credit required.

I sold my heart, now ...its gone, buyer beware it feels too strong.
Out the door to work
Dont feel a thing, not even when stabbed with a fork.
Im free. I’m free from feeling anything.

I sold my heart and I want it back. I saw it today, fixed and happy. I miss the feeling. I have no heart to give, so im continually alone. I cant trust anyone; there is no spark. I sold my heart. I sold my spark. I sold my soul.
Ill never be free. Not without my heart.

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This captain was done on a mini index card dont know the size of the card just a regular index card. MArkers and color pencils as well as pen

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Some of these characters are old and some are new. enjoy