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Gut Punch: Unraveling an Unfortunate Soul Written by Margeaux Wex     The day his wife of 20 years walked out on him changed Phillip's life. He never saw it coming and was completely taken by surprise and hurt, but most of all, felt a betrayal and immense pain straight to the gut that only she at the time could deliver. He thought she was “the one”. He thought she was his ride-or-die and the only person who truly knew him. He thought she was his soul mate, but he was wrong. This is Phillip's story… Let me start by introducing...

THE BEAR KING And so goes the story of The Bear King… A tiny infant bear, the runt of his litter, lay withering and abandoned by his mother. Not given a name, symbolically declared insignificant and useless to all, with no purpose, he lay in his misery prepared to enter his inevitable death. Lying on the forest floor just outside a blossom-filled meadow he breathed in the scent of wildflowers lingering in the wind as a buzzing sound filled his ears. Overhead was a honeybee. The bee buzzed around for a time attracting the notice of the tiny bear and...

The Fairy Maiden and the Squidmanatee Adorned in white with emerald shimmers glistening in the sun, The fairy maiden danced, forever beautiful, elegant, and young. When upon her came an introduction to a creature so vast, so disgustingly greasy, smelly, and crass. Though crass with the rest, with her, his nature was attentive and beguiling.  His words were often lovely, and complimentary, and left her smiling. “Who is this vast creature, and why does he want me?” She thought to herself, maybe, just maybe, He’s not so crass, disgusting, or smelly. Maybe she could live with him on the shore...

How I Morphed into A Mythological Monster This goes out to all of the weirdos, the eccentrics, the loners, the odd ducks, the misfits, the bullied, the abused, the black sheep, the ones who were always picked last, the people who’ve been downtrodden and felt the strain of everyday life, the ones who had to work their asses off to get ahead only to feel they’ve almost gone nowhere, and most of all, the ones who in a world full of weirdos, still feel very alone. You are my people. You are my tribe. My symbol is your symbol. I’ve...

    I Belong To The Night Written By Margeaux Wex Gazing into a saffron sunset as darkness begins to fall— A serendipitous affection awakens within me, perceiving the creature calls. Scratching, squeaking, fluttering— Their blossoming cries before me, the screeching inside the walls. My curiosity a wondering, as the black angel falls. One after the other, into the sky and flying— Gliding, twisting, diving. Swooping and plucking their prey, consuming the night— Seraphs at play, a splendiferous sight. Moonstruck, by the elegance, of it all. This sentiment entrances me, takes me, possesses me, and I give in to its call....