: About Me

While growing up, I moved frequently.  This gave way to a healthy imagination and a talent for looking at the scenery with an odd eye. Early on I showed an interest in films (put in a movie and I was happy) and stories. Writing and reading are all I ever wanted to do (granted of course they aren't hundred page analytical essays, ick).

My passion is ...

Movies

My parents always told me ...

Life is hard and then you die.

My childhood ambition ...

Childhood? What was that?

Why I write ...

I feel better when I do.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Kay Hooper Novels

My first job ...

food server in an assisted living apartment home

My inspiration ...

Def Poetry

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nightmares

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Fire’s End Wisps of lives long turned to worms swarm around the fire that burns away time. The flames’ lizard tongue lashes out tasting, testing, deciding, “I give nothing tonight.” Dead moans ripple up the frozen air turning leaves into the nightmares that deny destinies. And acid leaks down faces, as the fire hisses, “Not worthy.  Not worthy.” Shadows tighten cannibal fingers around each dead throat. The fire bursts white, then dies. Fire ash explodes, transforming dead limbs with an endless flame of punishment. “Power, power, power…&...

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