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In A Sentence .org. The best little site that helps you understand word usage with examples. Posthumously in a sentence. My father was given his title posthumously, you know. When I wrote of Stalin victims being posthumously rehabilitated, the word posthumously was excised. LUDDEN: And posthumously, is that a possibility or no? A comparable book presented posthumously is called a Gedenkschrift memorial publication. Use escaper in a sentence. Use evolves in a sentence. Use forte in a sentence.
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Thursday, April 12, 2012. I'll write out the cracks in my current sky. Sitting outside with a giant sharpie,. Trying to dot out pinhole stars. Like it will ever be accomplished,. Like i will magically stop. Waking up crying over dreams i. 4 am is far more sinister than 3,. Because at 3 the potential for more. Sleep can still tantalize you. But 4 am is a famine and leaves you. Desperate for more than two hours,. Which is all you could get. Every old flame burns my unborn. Baby into these charcoal sockets,.
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In which a graduate Biomedical student gets through Medical school well after rigor mortis sets in. Tuesday, 22 April 2014. Climbing back onto the face of the Earth. Well hey there. I'd like to preface this post with a summing up of the last year or so:. And I'd have to stop writing. Hahahahaha it hurts so much I can't stop laughing. Help, the pain -. Lets go with the most blog-relevant. I failed my semester 3 exams by 0.8%. 08% The pass mark was 60.8%. Results, you funny. Would we be here forever (refer...
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That’s Funny; You’re Funny. 8 – Thinking About a Girl". Lsaquo;‹ First. 8 – Thinking About a Girl. 1 April, 2013. For being one of the very early P.O.s, I still like this one, it was fun to re-draw it. N.B. the primitive darkness effect in the final panel, and the faces on the other students in panel one. 5 – Social Norm. 7 November, 2011. 4 – Topman. 5 September, 2011. 3 – Rary Exit/”What do you study? 4 September, 2011. Sorry it’s been so long. I’ll try, I’ll try. 2 – What Is There? 27 April, 2011.
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. December 28, 2010. And with 21 – Facepaint down there, that’s the last P.O. for this site. Is the new website, it should be up and running properly within the next few days. I’m going to start by re-drawing the ones that are already here, and, after a while, I’ll be at this point again and ready for new ones. 21 – Facepaint. December 28, 2010. 20 – Miss Anne Thorpe. December 9, 2010. 19 – Out Here. October 31, 2010. 18 – Going Home for Christmas 2. December 17, 2009.
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Posthumous Stories | Novelist & short story writer David Rose
Novelist and short story writer David Rose. While you’re waiting…. If you read, and even enjoyed, Vault, and are waiting for Posthumous Stories to appear – it may be a long wait – here is what you should be reading right now: Somewhere Else, Or Even Here, by A.J. Ashworth (Salt Publishing). This is not the calculatedly “powerful writing” beloved by reviewers; this is the […]. Posted at 15:19 on January 4, 2012 Leave a comment. Continue reading →. The wait is over. VAULT is now available.
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BOOK 2: MEMENTO MORI. MEMENTO MORI CHAPTER ONE. Welcome to the world of POSTHUMOUS, an urban fantasy novel in which 'zombie' is a four-letter word and becoming undead is a way of life. Jesse Bettenay was a boy of twenty, bespectacled, slight, unkempt, broken-hearted. He wore a borrowed, oversized two-piece suit. The left lapel was torn, and two of the jacket’s front buttons were missing. But Jesse did not care about such details as he trudged along a muddy cemetery path. CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING.
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