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Expressing myself through writing has been a lifetime dream, only recently realized. Despite my late start, I was thrilled to experience success with the sale of an article within the first month of my membership. Needless to say, I am grateful to have found

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tarot cards: 1 of 40
The Fool is first in the Tarot DeckHe starts you out towards destiny's trek.The Magician dares you to take your next strideWhile the High Priestess beckons to you with pride.Both Empress and Emperor underneath their crownsChallenge your intentions with their stern frowns.The Hierophant in his holinessTries to sort out your li... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emptiness: 7 of 200
Everyone's Angel Behind a facade of lightwalks an Angel in white you can see her in your lover's eyesall she wants is for you to sharea spark of the firebut as you grow happier and olderseason after seasonher heart grows colder Behind a facade of lightwalks an Angel in whitebut if you would only checkyou could see that the L... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The 80's: 1 of 21
While I reflect I never turn backAn innocent phrase and video clipGot me caught up in a memory trackNow my mind is on a long backwards trip Hair spray, tight pants - lots of glamour and glitzThe music was great and it came all dressedIn stripes and leather, big curls, boots with bitsI found something then that I have liked be... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Living with Fibromyalgia: 2 of 39
What Does Fibromyalgia Feel Like?I was diagnosed with FMS (Fibromyalgia Syndrome) a few years ago, and probably have had it for about 15 years or so. It's hard to say, as it's not something you get overnight, plus it took many doctor and hospital visits for someone to assign a name to something that others labeled as "being i... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Why I hate reality TV shows: 4 of 42
While I try to avoid using the word "hate", reality shows are close to deserving of that verb. In a nutshell, reality TV is not real, but being marketed as real. That type of illusion is what bothers me more than drama, so-called comedy and fantasy. At least in those cases we are not trying to be fooled into thinking that tho... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: My company downsized, I was laid off, and I have landed on my feet: 3 of 25
I used to work for a large bank, in the post-closing department of their Mortgage division. I had worked my way up from a part-time temporary night worker to a full-time employee with benefits, excellent evaluations and regular raises. I had even earned some bonuses for reaching some very important money saving goals. I arriv... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 71 of 579
LonelinessIs in the sound of thunderAnd the color of lightningAs the storm ragesNot only outsideBut also withinLonelinessIs the sound of silenceLate at night as I lay awakeWith only my thoughts for companyIt is also the sound of your voiceAs you tell me goodbyeLonelinessIt tastes like the salt in my tearsAnd as bitter as the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Last night: 3 of 23
The Last Night I leave behind a life that's closing inOpen the book of midnight, turn the pageNobody sees my loving heart withinI've locked myself within a gilded cage Oh to escape blank nights of silent painsTo leave a dwindling world beneath my feetNo winter days, no chilly autumn rainsNo locks or keys, to simply breathe ai... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Halloween: 17 of 124
Sinister and invisible against the fogThey gather strange and hummingInvoking glowing spirits beneath the bogDivining weirdness in the shadows Glittering witches below the nightEntrancing visions under the dreamsBending eclectic spells behind the lightViolating desirious shivas essence Creating quiet whorls beneath the clouds... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing the past: 15 of 89
Her mind wanders as she aimlessly tries to spear some potato wedges on the dull fork in the greasy diner. She clutches a stained napkin with her other hand to keep it from fidgeting, as she puts on a brave face. She tries to politely listen to her lunch date's intimate details about his newest girl friend.How long ago was it ... More..