We are often afraid and always anxious. We think we are vulnerable. We are not. We are eternal. That’s my belief. Advertisements
Week 169 I was afraid to go home. It feels safer to keep driving. I drive to embrace the night.
Week 160 We have to stand for something. The alternative is unfathomable. Death will take us one day, no matter what we do.
The light crept in quietly. For a moment, it considered climbing the stairs to check on the children. Does that seem presumptuous? Week 137
August 22 prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt – Fighting for a forever Do you ever get tired of trying? A lot of effort goes into being alive. Once you have food and shelter taken care of, the world asks you to do more—be more. Now that I believe in reincarnation, I’m faced […]
tender Ragtag Daily Prompt (RDP) #81 She has no memories of being an infant. Some people claim they can recall those early years, but she thinks they are fooling themselves. She has seen pictures of her mother and father cradling her in their arms. The love they feel for this tiny human is in their smiles […]
The woman found she was on her feet and walking along a winding highway. She could see mountains in the hazy distance. She looked down at her feet to see shoes that she didn’t recognize. The shirt and jeans she wore did not seem familiar either. She thought she must be dreaming, because when a person […]
Bottle of pills, no more pain. (It’s just words, I’m not suicidal). For the Flash Fiction Daily Post
ZERO TO HERO DAY 16: MAKE A WRITING PROMPT YOUR OWN The prompt: Do you have a reputation? What is it, and where did it come from? Is it accurate? What do you think about it? It’s difficult to think of myself as having a reputation. I hear the word reputation when people are talking about […]
I like the idea of blogging. I think it’s neat that ordinary people like me can easily publish their thoughts, ideas, hopes, dreams, etc., on this thing we call the Internet. As a child, I always thought I would become a writer, but I didn’t major in English. I majored in Dance instead. I don’t […]