Liobhan

Deirdre: Love is Where You Find it

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Deirdre

Love is Where You Find it

by Liobhan

Give all to love; obey thy heart.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Deirdre MacLeod was seething when she finally found the address, afraid that she’d be late even though she’d allowed an extra half an hour. ‘What kind of a stupid city is this, anyway? Street signs plastered on houses and half-covered with cryptic codes, driving on the wrong goddamned side of the road, and streets that twist around like pretzels and change their stupid names every three blocks.’ She wished she’d taken a taxi, but she’d thought that this would be a valuable chance to explore the city, since she had to find a place to stay that wasn’t her hotel, and hadn’t had any time to spare for house-hunting, so she’d taken her rental car out for a spin.

Spin Cycle: Logo

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Spin Cycle: Random Glances
The Spin Cycle Logo

by Liobhan

Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Spin Cycle: Logo Description

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Spin Cycle: Random Glances
What the Spin Cycle Logo Looks Like

by Liobhan

Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Spin Cycle: Random Glances

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Spin Cycle

Random Glances

by Liobhan

Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Spin Cycle is an experimental novel meant to be experienced by the reader in no particular order, or rather, whatever order strikes their particular fancy.

Every ‘episode’ takes place in essential simultaneity, although their temporal extents may differ, or one's viewpoint may have altered such that what had seemed a prior event can now be seen as subsequent, or vice versa.

Liobhan's Stories

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Liobhan’s Stories

A good indignation brings out all one's powers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Jasper: Second Glances

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Jasper

Second Glances

by Liobhan

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bethany: Opposites Attract

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Bethany

Opposites Attract

by Liobhan

We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bethany had felt a terrible pang of envy when she’d opened the square envelope. In it, as expected, had been the engraved invitation to Stephanie’s bridal shower. Everyone from work was going to be there, so she’d known she had to go, and here she was, outside the door of Barbara’s flat, but she hated them, hated Stephanie for getting married, hated all the women who flaunted their boyfriends and marriages and husbands, who brandished their pregnancies and babies as if they were as natural and inevitable as gravity, as lightly assumed as the air they breathed, inherent in the moist fecundity of the environment in which they swam.

Spin Cycle: Random Glances

Spin Cycle: Random Glances

by Liobhan

A Quantum Novel
Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Joey: A Transcendental Love Affair

A bridal shower is all about love, but love isn't always what it seems.

Barb: Another Look at Love

Sometimes things don’t go quite the way you’d planned them, but that’s ok.

Barb: Another Look at Love

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Barb

Another Look at Love

by Liobhan

Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Barbara Stephens looked around her flat with great satisfaction. The centrepiece on her Danish modern dining table was perfect, pale yellow and peach jonquils and white narcissi with baby’s breath and just a few scattered variegated oriental lilies — she’d been instantly taken with the lilies, which had a luscious burst of speckled fushia exploding from their centres, fading to pink, and then finally to white at their fringes, when she was at her florist’s stall this morning, but he’d had only a dozen stems in stock, and no hope of more in time for Stephanie’s shower, but he’d convinced her that too many would cloy, and correctly predicted that she’d be very pleased with them used as accents rather than as a theme — created just the right note of colour in the restrained elegance of her formal dining room. Similar, but smaller arrangements adorned the lamp tables by the low settees in the spacious lounge and the sideboard in the entry. She tried to remember whether she’d told the doorman to expect guests, but then realised that she’d talked to him just this afternoon. The door chime sounded and it startled her for a moment, since it was too early for her guests to arrive, but then she thought it must be Dorcas, who’d been helping her with the planning of the big event, the last shower before the wedding proper. She hurried to the door and opened it to reveal a tall and slender woman with tawny hair and hazel eyes whose grace exemplified her name. She was obviously prepared to work, in natural linen trousers and a green jumper, but had a garment bag over her arm and an overnight case in her hand, which evidently contained her party outfit and toiletries respectively.

Joey: A Transcendental Love Affair

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Joey

A Transcendental Love Affair

by Liobhan

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.
  ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Stephanie Rosen was in the middle of her third bridal shower when it happened, right after the “penny” game for the floral centrepiece and right around the middle of “the worst or best advice my mother gave me about my wedding night” game, although she wasn’t quite sure whether that one was a game or a catalogue of horrors, since even the good advice wasn’t all that cheerful, though everyone was laughing.