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I am a fun loving, tattooed, Harley riding Gramma who loves life and everything it has to offer. I could fill an entire book with my lives experiences and just may someday. For now, I'll write what I'm moved to write and hope you enjoy what you read as much

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams girls dream: 1 of 13

Sleep is overcoming me, I am excited. There I am, long gown with a flowing train Bejeweled crown atop my Long, blond hair. I see the people applauding, their faces Happy, adoration in their eyes. My smile so perfect, dimples deep, Skin the color of ivory with cheeks Of cherry and lips to match. Little children riding on my t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Internet relationships: 3 of 23

Martha and Johnathon She walked into the restaurant head held high, walking with a purpose. She almost appeared regal but for the paisley cane and oxygen tank strapped around her waist. Everyone in the room stopped to look at her as she glided across the floor. She had to duck a bit to avoid hitting her head on the chandelie...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 27 of 188

The first time I saw the child in the upstairs window of the Victorian style home on Main Street, I was walking to work. The big yellow house sat on the corner in the center of a huge manicured lawn that showed no signs of children living there. It was kitty corner from the grade school so maybe the little boy played on the ...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Embarrassing moments: 21 of 121

"If you can dance, you'll be popular" Melody said. So thats it! I needed to learn to dance. I'd been trying to get Bucky Lopez to notice me all year. I saw him with a girl who was wearing a pink skirt with a poodle on it and saddle shoes and a sweater with beads all over it. Several lawn mowing jobs, grocery toting, leaf rak...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relationships: 94 of 416

I see you peeking out of the window your excitement carries through the air on invisible waves. I am overcome by its warmth. "Are you home?" I ask "I am home" I say I hear your tail pounding out the thump of my heartbeat Your whine of impatience floats through the door. "Where are you?" I ask "I am here" I say Your claws scr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 101 of 363

LOVE I've searched for most of my life I've sampled and tried Tasted and served Cried for, begged for, lied for Wanted to die for. It was never there It takes more than one Not just in my selfishness You know it does Through all the years of my Journey I've gotten Your messages Usually at a funeral or resting On the Christia...
Style & Beauty > Hair (Other) Get rid of that hairdresser smell: 1 of 1

Have you ever noticed how a beauty salon smells when you walk in after being out in the fresh air? Have you also noticed that your hair sometimes has that same smell after you've had a chemical procedure done at the salon? Some people's hair just seems to hold odors more than others. Hair that is porous will hold the product...
Health & Fitness > Alternative Therapies Today's alternative therapies: Returning to medicine's historical roots: 8 of 14

I believe both Natural healing and Western medicine both have an important place today. Western medicine came about through demand. As the air got more polluted and the water became tainted and the foods became poisoned and the population grew, the need for stronger medicine became detrimental to survival. The common cold ha...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life: 160 of 253

"What do you mean I need a male escort?" I asked. "It's the rules ma'am". The biker answered with a soft, no nonsense tone to his voice. I looked around the parking lot at the many motorcycles looking for a male escort. I spotted a man in a triple X size t-shirt with a long thick beard covering his massive belly. "Excuse me"...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy poems for children: 39 of 59

Hector Hector was a sailor. A queer sort at that He wore a ragged sea coat and a dilapidated hat. He came from who knows where, He didn't have a home And all who met him held their nose He was a smelly Gnome. "I'm looking for a wife", said he, to anyone who'd listen. "I need someone to tend to me, its love and care I'm missi...