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About me - Jennifer M Scott

Hello, I am stay-at-home mom and writer. I have been writing for many years now. I am in my late 20's.
I went to PSU but did not graduate. Over the years I have had many jobs in the retail sector and manufacturing.
My interests are the outdoors, reading, music,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 67 of 1148

SWEET INFRINGENCE wild flowers grow through the garbage a blue splashed sky sinks into a black ground. I dive into the crystalline lake. deep, pure sounds murmur in sing-song back and forth through the mind of mine. singing to the love of the ancient world. the roots grow deep and intertwine itself. melodious serenity come t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family conflict: 4 of 59

UNKEMPT SECRETS I was not looking forward to seeing my sister at dinner. Lisa was not the brightest person, so she and I were in the same grade throughout high school because she failed a couple of grades. Lisa was pregnant two times, but she gave those kids up for adoption and she had an abortion when she was fifteen. My fr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 30 of 236

WHERE ARE THE WORDS? Where are the words? droplets of disappointment and anger fall to the page. either it's going to be a cave-in or an eruption. don't know. Where are the words? eggs shells in jagged little pieces with egg goo mixed with it waiting for all the king's men and horses to put Humpty Dumpty back together. Where...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 43 of 290

AS THE DAY BEGAN As the day began, the morning sun filtered through the trees and caught you. Waiting for the bus to take you to your very first day of school. you had a lunchbox in one hand and a smile so large on your face. As the day grew on, so did you. you learned so much, not only from the books your read and the homew...
Relationships & Family > Gay & Lesbian Issues Marriage should be a sacred institution between only a woman and a man: 45 of 188

To answer this question, one must discover what the definition of marriage is. In my opinion marriage is the culmination of a mutual respect, desires, needs, wants and love. If marriage is a bond of love then who is to say who one can or can not love? Love in itself is the joining of souls or if you are chemistry then chemic...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Mystery: 43 of 111

BROWN SHELLS HOLDING KEYS My husband came home grinning from ear to ear, "Why are you in good mood?" I asked. "How would you feel about moving?" "Why?" "Because honey, your childhood home is up for sale. I put a bid in," he said. That made me smile. I hugged him. "Are you for real?" I asked. "Oh yeas I am. I was on a job rig...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: End of summer laments: 9 of 22

The days barely reach 80 and the sun sinks into the blue sky sooner and sooner as the September nears. The streets start to fall silent and splashing in the pools fade into darkness. I am long removed from school, however, I always feel sad at this time of year. Summer is magical for everyone, no matter what age. It is a hap...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disillusionment: 14 of 31

NORTH STAR The sun is bright today placed somewhere in the baby-blue eyed sky. a mixed wind, smelling of hickory smoke with last summer's warmth swirled inside slap the earth and it's inhabitants. And I can't help to think of you. I see the words you said and the actions you did masquerade as paper thin clouds that drift slo...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A dog's perspective on life: 18 of 38

THE QUEEN'S SOJOURN They were in flight on their way to Alaska, after Luna completed a tour in Canada. Nuzzling up to her human companion, the elderly woman with the knobby fingers caressed Luna's soft fur. Luna heard something coming from the plane. She knew bad things were going to happen. She barked and howled. The plane ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 133 of 279

NIGHT SHADOWS Through the darkened evergreens like a distant light bulb perfect and pure white luminescence casts my shadow behind me on the dark green wall. A spotlight. Where I am ready to say something to a crowd of people I can not quite see One last sweep before I speak No one's there Just me and my night shadow Center ...