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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 > 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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 142 of 321
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 ... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Why we write: 82 of 180
Why we write? The number one reason is to communicate and most people can communicate this way. But then there who are others who not write to only communicate but for something else. These writers whether they come as poets, fiction writers, non-fiction writers have a need or a deep desire to put something on paper for the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer: 64 of 125
SUMMER IN A SMALL TOWN Silence in every corner, Lazy flower beds ripple Across manicured lawns. Blue sky painted brightly over homes That still house the original tenants. I run through a maze of thoughts. Would'ves, could'ves, should'ves. My mind runs abyss. Yesterday, last week- Memories. Tomorrow, next week- Dreams. Each ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: New York City: 41 of 79
NEW YORK CITY Feeling small, Leaving the lights And people. Like a dream of an Irishman, New York City seems now. Across the river, Across the way Here I stay. A feeling of sorrow of saying Good-bye to along time love. She is a long time love. All the lights twinkling Like fallen stars. Hanging center stage Is the thumbnail ... More..
Arts & Humanities > Horror, Mystery & Suspense Book reviews: On Writing, by Stephen King: 9 of 17
This is a must read book if you want to be a writer. The very first part of the novel is a biography of his life and how became the writer you know him to be today. The latter half of the book discusses writing type things and how he crafts a story. This part of the book may be interesting to some but I think the best part o... More..
Personal Finance > Health Insurance Is short-term medical insurance right for you?: 7 of 12
SHORT TERM HEALTH INSURANCE- WHAT IS IT AND IS IT GOOD FOR ME? Before going any further first answer these questions honestly, are you and/or your happy healthy with out any pre-existing conditions and currently you have no health insurance, then you might qualify for short term medical benefits. These are plans that have lo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 114 of 195
AWAITING IN SNOW Yellow light from the headlights illuminate the clapboard barn. A tractor trio of yesteryear sit safely out of the storm. Gentle mounds of delicate powdered sugar are piled up against the barn's wall. Tress scantily clad in snowy lingerie ascend the dark mountain, Reaching for the unknown. a ghostly, pink ve... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The scarecrow mystery: 19 of 32
THE CASE OF THE MISSIGN SCARECROW Every year in Shady, Kansas they hold a fall festival. It always falls right around Halloween. Ever since I was a little kid, I had a lot fun going there but don't tell my friends. The smaller kids dress up in costumes and win prizes while us big kids hide the corn fields and scare anyone wh... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short Stories: Western: 14 of 22
DERRY RHOADES It was the summer of 1890. I remember like I remember yesterday. I was taking a train to New York from St. Louis. Me and my partner made a killing stealing rich folks jewelry. We was in the back of the train and we were drunk and we were arguing. He said I got more jewels than he did. But we always split it fif... More..