Never have I asserted that I am a paramount writer. In the same breath I might also include that I am not the worst either. Whatever you read here I judge as rehearsal stories. I think my motives are incentives shared by many authors. Plagiarism is a universal antagonist we face when choosing to contribute to stories online. If by chance you see any of my stories someplace other than here, hopefully I am the author, but I understand some people tend to copy and post stories as though they were the creative source behind it all. I never really understood this because I want credit for something I wrote with my own hands, thought with my own brain and lived in my own imagination. Otherwise it just seems infantile and criminal.
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- Last seen 2 days ago. Member since December 2, 2008.
- I am a woman (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a devoted mother.
- Visit my homepage at celestialgeyser.blogspot.com
- I have 26 comments, 97 poems, 19 stories, 6 journals
My Stories
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The Diminutive Bereavement1
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Jagged twisted beams jetted from the skyline like decayed teeth in a diseases jaw. A lone figure standing hillside shifted away as a wind
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Cherry colored lips opened. They splayed across bleached skin and curled upward into impossible angles. As they pulled back crimson speck
My Poetry
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In the shell of my heart I weep.
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Unchecked stars fall to earth.
Their light disperses into small segments. -
Disdainful artisan delay dark tales.
Egotistical artist close rough deals.
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- Heartache Carol at allpoetry
Heaven's angels cry a lullaby. - Circle of My Heart at allpoetry
Circle of My Heart
In your eyes I see the stars; a sea of sparkling wonders. - As The Wind Blows at allpoetry
As the wind blows, so do we. We shift under its currents. Some of us simple float away while others plant their feet firmly in the ground and refuse to budge. I believe your upbringing formats who you are and who you will
My journal entries
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Labored breathing fanned the torn piece of parchment. His eyes rounded then squinted to see the ancient scribble. At the moment it was mere hash his mind could not decode. He had spent his young years studying it and yet now as the door shook and the walls around him bent he drew a blank. Sooner or later he predi
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For a moment pretend you are locked away in a room with no access to friends or family. Perhaps you put yourself there or perhaps you were forced into this tiny space where the walls stare at you with a ancient knowledge that snubs you. Let's say there is a window facing east and from it you see houses and trees, b
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Original content taken from: http://bittersweetcharisma.blogspot.com/ 1 Really the only way to get your voice heard about Child Protective Services rein of terror is to contact news media and congress. Written letters are more often read than emails, but still you can email as much as you like. Also submit you
