
Smillew Rahcuef
Writer at The Ineclectic Publications
Writer at Smillew Top Hat Seminar
Writer at Post News
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Articles
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Susie Kearley |Smillew Rahcuef
Don’t let those innocent eyes fool you. You’d never imagine such a small creature could produce so much poo, until you’ve kept guinea pigs, and then the full horror of these little poop production machines hits you!We’ve kept guinea pigs for 20 years. They are gorgeous, but they produce so much poo! We’ve dealt with impacted rectums, holidays where they have to manage for themselves for a few days, and there’s no getting away from the clean-up necessary when we get home.
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1 month ago |
medium.com | Smillew Rahcuef
When you have something to write but no one wants to read itFollow publicationTHE PROTECTORS: The Bones & The Flesh 1.82Garraty’s the first to acknowledge the obvious between us. Jerking himself upright, straightening, giving a humorless snort. Rubbing a large hand furiously up and down his face. The man can basically read my mind. Even if he’s just getting the gist of it for now. Muttering at me: “Sure. All right. I won’t ask, then.”He gets me to wince.
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1 month ago |
medium.com | Namrata Singh |Smillew Rahcuef
The hardest part of healing wasn’t letting go of them. It was facing what I was using them to fill. When I said I missed my ex, what I really meant was:I missed being wanted.I missed having someone to text when the day felt heavy.I missed being chosen — even if it was temporary, even if it wasn’t healthy. But I didn’t know how to admit that. So I kept telling myself I missed them. The person. The relationship. The memories. Even though deep down, I knew the truth:They weren’t good for me.
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1 month ago |
medium.com | Smillew Rahcuef
A nostalgic ode to innocent laughter, childhood pranks, and the disappearing art of wholesome humour. I don’t remember the exact day we stopped laughing like children. But I do remember how it used to feel. It wasn’t the kind of laughter that needed to be clever or politically correct. It didn’t need a punchline wrapped in irony or a punch down masked as wit. It was loud. Silly. Sometimes absurd. But it was ours. When I was eight, my cousins and I had a sacred summer ritual.
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1 month ago |
medium.com | Michael Burg |Smillew Rahcuef
RICKY DON’T LOSE THAT NUMBERDangerous, Weird, and Just Plain Ol’ Nasty, and Tasty, Numbers69 won’t be covered right up front but we will get thereI’m confused. Photo by Mick Haupt on UnsplashI planned to go in order — numbers and all, ya know — but why not lead off with a bang, or something closely related.
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