All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
Two weeks, I began two more jobs. I already had two... well besides writing. Monday nights, I am reading tarot at a local bar and Tuesday I am tending the same bar. Both of the new financial opportunities were the result of a good friend needing help and me needing cash. Maybe I am crazy …
As my first unabridged, non-zombie version of a Jane Austen novel, Sense and Sensibility has taken a firm hold of my mind. It didn't let go last night until around 1:30 in the morning. My eyes simply gave out, not my desire to read. The tale follows the lives of two sisters after the death of …
There's something that lies inside, as seen through the eyes of man Unto the soul. A raging fire or a calming mist as seen through the eyes of man.
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Today, or more aptly yesterday, I began my endeavors to get to know Jane Austen. In high school, I was able to avoid her acquaintance through my English teacher's disdain for her. None of my college professors introduced me, so I escape being forced to read her. I am not a huge fan of romances …
The journey that I began when I started this site has taken me into an arena that I never imagined was actually possible; writing a novel and getting my poetry out into the world. I have won two blog awards, entered and won my first writing contest. For a girl who subtitled her first handwritten …
The page went blank a couple of moments ago; all my precious thoughts disappeared. The words that I was trying to craft were lost. They could have been retrieved. When they blinked out of existence I could have clicked undo and restored them. I didn't. I stopped myself. I just stared into the blankness and realized …
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
It took me a while to accept that I am indeed a mystery novel fan. I really couldn't go on denying it after ripping through it this mystery by Carolyn Arnold. Her police detective Madison Knight is a fan of Hershey bars and working herself to the bone. Like all good protagonists these days, she …
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