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Heartfelt wishes and holiday kisses&#8230When social media director Vera Davis loses her job in the city, she takes her adorable, goofy rescue pup and heads home for the holidays, to her sweet hometown of Dickens. She&#8217s hoping to move in with her mom and start a new business. But her drive is interrupted when she rescues a handsome, snowbound stranger stranded by side of the road. Newspaper reporter Tony Barbee may be a stranger to Vera, but Dickens is his hometown, too. He&#8217s come to spend Christmas with the uncle who raised him. But Vera and Tony are in for a surprise when they find her mother and his uncle living together. Aren&#8217t they moving too fast?Tony and Vera share something besides relatives in a blossoming romance: a tradition that when they see the Christmas tree in the gazebo on the village green&#8212a scene right out of a Norman Rockwell painting&#8212they should make a Christmas wish. Though they resist their own growing attraction to one another,

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Hello fellow storyteller, and welcome to the land of story crafting! I created this 200 paged Fantasy Romance Novel Planner to not only help &amp motivate writers to complete a solid manuscript, but guide them lightly through the entire novel development process from brainstorming their title and first line, to releasing their book out into the world.The planner is filled with prompts, questions, worksheets, checklists, outlines, and tips, so it&#8217s up to you to fill in the blanks. In this Storyfolk edition, there is slightly more emphasis on developing a romance between characters. By the end, you will have a solid foundation to build on while drafting, and a lovely keepsake of your writing journey.This planner is perfect for the pantser/plotter hybrid! You can complete the planner in chronological order or bounce between sections to match your general workflow.What's Included:Fundamentals: Title, Hook, Ideal Reader Profile, and MoreDry Plotting: Loose Plot Structure, 3 Acts,

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"Houston Healing" - Track 6 from "Echoes of a Life"

A folk ballad with theatrical flourishes that chronicles a return to Texas and unexpected healing. From the Gay Men's Chorus to museum dreams in Corpus Christi, this song weaves together family reconciliation, new love, and personal struggles. Watch as a father claims his front-row seat, while some wounds still search for voice in therapy rooms and lightning-lit streets.

With thoughtful guitar work, piano accents, and storytelling vocals, "Houston Healing" moves between folk and theatrical influences, capturing both the warmth of newfound acceptance and the restlessness that eventually calls toward California's shore.

Echoes of a Life

Houston Healing

Oh, there are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee,
where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he left his home in the South to roam
'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold but the land of gold
seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd sooner live in Hell. Woo-hoo!
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze
till sometimes we couldn't see,
It wasn't much fun, but the only one
to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight
in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead
were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap", says he
"I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you
won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no;
then he says with a sort of moan,
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold
till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
Yet 'taint being dead-it's my awful dread
of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair,
you'll cremate my last remains.
I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge,
and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice
it was called the Alice May,
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit,
and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here", said I, with a sudden cry, "is my
cre-ma-tor-eum"!
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor
and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around,
and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared
such a blaze you seldom see

,
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal,
and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I do not know how long in the snow
I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about
ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said,
"I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked".
Then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said, "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm--
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm".

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Original Poem By Robert W. Service 1874 –1958

The Cremation of Sam McGee ×͜×


Oh, gather 'round the fire, lend an ear to me,
I’ll sing of brave young Honey, bold as she could be.
She walked the wild Ohio where the tall trees are a growin',
With a knife on her hip and a heart full of knowin'.

(Verse 2)
One autumn evening, cold and sharp as flint,
Crept a shadow through the pines, it's eyes yellow did glint,
Red the Bear stood tall, with claws like daggers bright,
growled, "Girl, you’re in my woods—best run or die tonight."

(Chorus)
Oh, Honey, clever Honey, don’t you tremble at his stare,
With a laugh and a promise, she outfoxed old Red the Bear!

(Verse 3)
Honey tipped her hat, said, "Now, Red, don’t be sore,
But these woods ain’t yours—they’re the wild’s, nothing more.
But I’ll make you a bargain, if you’ve got the nerve,
Beat me in a contest, and you I’ll ever serve"

(Verse 4)
Red, he grinned wide, said, "Girl, you’re playin’ bold,
But I’ll take your wager—name your stakes, I'm sold!"
Honey pointed yonder where the river split,
"See that honeycomb? Bet you can’t resist it."

(Verse 5)
"First one to the hive gets the sweet golden prize,
But if you lose, Red, you’ll shut your hungry eyes."
Red took off a-runnin’, shook the ground below,
But Honey just whistled—she’d sawn the branch slow.

(Chorus)
Oh, Honey, sly Honey, saw him falling swiftly down
With a crack and a splash, old Red did drown!

(Verse 6)
Now some say at midnight, if you’re quiet and still,
You can hear old Red’s growl up on Grizzly Hill.
But Honey just smiles, tends her bees with care,
"Never fight a monster, darlin’—outthink him fair."

(Outro)
So here’s to the lasses who walk with no fear,
With a mind sharp as lightning and a soul bright and clear.
Raise a glass to the wild, to the brave and the rare—
Here’s to clever Honey… and the fall of Red the Bear!

Honey and the Bear ʕ ᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔ ⋆˚🐝˖°

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

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