Abstractme

• Member since March 25, 2006.
• I am a woman (United States)
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• I am in the groups A Storywrite Childrens Anthology, From Shadowed Places, Horror Fans, Romantica, The Literary Oscars
• I have 318 comments, 4 contests, 429 poems, 27 stories, 6 philosophies, 4 journals

Stories I'm focused on

• The Bird Who Fell From the Sky

  Once there was a bird world filled with light
  And every bird had the gift of dream & flight

  900 words, 3 comments, August 5. In Fantasy, First person, Inspirational, Science fiction
• Dreams of Alice

  "Wonderland is not all it's cracked up to be..."1
  

  1500 words, 1 comment, January 29
• The Diary

  A chance to redeem your past?
  

  1700 words, 2 comments, January 1. In Words
• Creative Magic (draft of new book)

  Creative Magic1
  

  2200 words, December 3, 2009
• The Black Scarf

  500 words, 4 comments, November 23, 2009
• The Queen's Army

  Mary walked through the long stuffy hall of the merchant building, her movements were graceful. Behind her two men dressed in blue uniforms

  900 words, 2 comments, October 1, 2009

My Stories

• Bittersweet Madness

  Bittersweet madness1
  

  10200 words, August 10. In Dark, Depression, First person, Life, Teen
• Psychopathic

  Shaking, my hand pulls the door shut. Outside, it's storming and I imagine an invisible man, my man, shut out there in the blue liquid rain

  700 words, July 18. In Words
• The Lost Foundations

  Once upon a time….we looked into the future. Once upon a time….we forgot how to look at our own shoes. The world was full of prosperity, in

  8600 words, July 12

My Poetry

• Yes or No

  Yes, sir, I do believe I am here on time
  But no, dear, I do not know why

  <100 words, 1 comment, August 27
• Little Blackbird

  winged with confidence, she sails
  over clouds dressed in white

  100 words, August 27
• Blood Dreams

  As children, they measured infinity,
  with tears, they made eternity

  100 words, 1 comment, August 26

My other items

• Column: Home at allpoetry
  
  She had not been about the formalities of civilization. No, as they had seemed almost like the forlorn passages in a strange fairytale. She was avoided, and while they avoided her much as if she were a postcard to some voyager at sea, she avoided the

My journal entries

• Strange Dreams

  December 23, 2009, 300 words. All. 0 comments.

  Another odd psychedelic dream that hardly made sense. I remember I was walking to a house, and inside the house was a woman who made wax candles, she was holding a meeting for people who had sold their souls to get the candles. Then I would walk away from the house, and I couldn't transmit my energy? mind? to people. So the house was like a transmitter between realms. It was light blue with white windows, like a dollhouse or Victorian house.
  
  Then I rejected her offer, even though the...

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  Another odd psychedelic dream that hardly made sense. I remember I was walking to a house, and inside the house was a woman who made wax candles, she was holding a meeting for people who had sold their souls to get the candles. Then I would walk away from the house, and I couldn't transmit my energy? mind? to people. So the house was like a transmitter between realms. It was light blue with white windows, like a dollhouse or Victorian house.
  
  Then I rejected her offer, even though the candles would burn throughout eternity (eternal life?) I would not sell my soul to her because she treated everyone unfairly, by only wanting more money from the people with the candles and fooling them, thinking they needed this candle when it was really dark magic. Then I remember someone took her place, and teemed up with her to use the dark magic--but this person burned everything in the flames that she had devoted to the cause, including people's money and souls.
  
  Then the flame burned within the house. I came back with my family to show them the house so they would believe me but the woman was gone. Instead I walked upstairs and there was a fire burning on a door entrance. The person said, I am the soul of the flame and that I can save them from being extinguished. Then I began hearing singing from the flames, and it was my own voice.
  
  I also visited various places...I don't remember all of it other than I went to a store I often go to and instead of her pet dog the owner had a huge cat almost the size of a panther.
• A private journal entry

  February 7, 2009, 1,400 words. Me only. 0 comments.
• A private journal entry

  December 22, 2008, In Contemplative, Depression, Diary, First person, Life, Spur of the moment.  19,000 words. Me only. 0 comments.

Guest Book

• therenaissancegirl on April 2

  You're on my favorite's list, but I don't know why. You're probably another great writer I stumbled across months ago and forgot about, so I'll be back in a while to read and comment on some of your stuff.
  
  
  Renaissance
• Andy Stephenson : Howdy! on January 2

  Thanks for checking out some of my stuff. I appreciate it!
  
  
• Terrex : hey creeped out girl on January 2

  thanks for the add the names terrex by the way
• Queen Mab on November 11, 2009

  Oh, I love your name. It's the name of one of the characters that live in my head. I just thought to drop by and say hello, "Hello!" Nice to meet you.
  
  ~Mab

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