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Feminine Collective Publishing Monochrome by H.M. Jones
Feminine Collective is proud to announce its very first published novel, Monochrome by H.M.Jones We looked high and low to pick just the right novel to publish for our flagship title. Monochrome by H.M. Jones has won many titles in its e-book form: IndieBrag Medallion Book, Honorable Mention at the Read more
Unhappy Girl
The hot, humid morning of July woke her up. The cool sheets couldn’t contain the fire inside her body A familiar sensation she’d thought had vanished regained momentum in the monotony of her life. “I can’t get up, I can’t face it” She was the product of an unsatisfactory life. Read more
Memories
Memories Handwritten letters Each tell the story of our lives. Once with fresh ink, Now dried and faded Some to be kept folded in our pockets While Others are locked away in a keepsake box Friendships Love and heartache Loss and grief Sorrow and hope All tucked away, creases marking Read more
My Wife’s Macho-Mama to MILF Makeover
Ever since I was a teenager, I was told the same thing over and over again: “Dave, if a girl has boobs, you’re already in love with her!” And ya know what? They were right. I loved all girls – no matter what the stereotype. Over the years, my admiration for Read more
Last Winter Break
Last winter break she was broken and white, like salt on mahogany; spilled and unused. Around the corners of her mouth she sees fire slowly melting it’s way this time around and molding her into gold. But she’s a pearl, she’s a diamond and she screams because she doesn’t want Read more
Gardening Tip
Our eyes locked across the cocktail lounge First sparks I held her gaze, daring her resistance We crossed the room and talked Discovered things in common, mostly magnetic physical attraction Naked flames We met for coffee Fire was fed Went to her place Conflagration She came to my place Allergic Read more
25 Things About My Mother
“But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.” ―Mitch Albom, For One More Day 1. One of my first memories of my mother is her French braiding my hair while I sat on our kitchen stool. Unfortunately, this was class picture day Read more