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About me - Maria Thompson

I am a widow, who loves life and all that it has to offer. I treasure each day that is given to me and cherish time with family and friends. I have two daughters in their twenties who are my best friends and my life.
My dream has always been to write stories,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 2 of 126
Towards FreedomWith rifles sounding all around,the little group,towards the border and their freedom fled.Just keep running,don't look back, trust those menin whose hands your lives are held.With rifles sounding all aroundand freedom just a step away,one young man stopped.And with tear filled eyeshe glanced back one last time... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 15 of 594
I Sleep to DreamI sleep to dreamFor in my dreams I find peace.I sleep to dreamOf happy times past and still to come.I sleep to dreamOf true love lost and love yet to be.I sleep to dreamOf days filled with laughter once again.I sleep to dreamOf you my best friend gone from here forever.I sleep to dreamTo give my broken heart t... More..
Relationships & Family > Married Life When you met your spouse: Stories of how married couples met: 22 of 143
I had decided at an early age that I was not going to get married. My parents were happily married and they provided my three siblings and me with a loving family life. We had a nice home, a roof over our heads, clothes to wear and enough food to eat and even took us on the odd holiday or two. Our life was good, a few ups and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Patriotism: 6 of 34
In RemembranceI stood in the midst of a sea of peopleAll standing united in remembranceIn silence four planes fly byAnd canons roared while we rememberedAnd I wondered how many of those standing rememberingHad lost someone in conflicts of the past and the presentI have not been touched by a war death yetBut my heart ached for... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense: 44 of 205
A gun shot shattered the quiet of the setting sun. It startled the lone doe a hundred yards down the shoreline. She raised her head; her drinking disturbed she ran quickly into the woods to hide. The sound spooked the birds in the trees surrounding the little cottage. They took to the skies momentarily and then just as quickl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thoughts: 71 of 310
Through the Eyes of Someone LostYesterday my world was darkness,I felt the sun's warm raysBut could not see its' lightI smelled the garden roseBut could not see its' hueI heard the children's laughterBut their smiling faces did not see.Today a shot rang outIn the silence of the setting sunAnd in a heartbeat a man's life lostL... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Religious Speculations & Criticisms Considering the soul: 6 of 17
As Christians we are taught to believe that all human beings possess a soul, our soul comes to us at birth and leaves our body when we die. And as Christians we believe this concept without any proof. Wait, yes there is proof, it is in the Bible and for many Christians this is enough. After all, the Bible is the word of God. ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Family stories and memories: 86 of 204
December had come with its cold crisp winds and by the middle of the month; there was enough snow to toboggan down the hill in front of the old farm house. Horses were hitched to sleighs and neighbours and friends climbed on board for rides in the early hours of night. Oh what happy memories come back to me after all these ye... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Children's stories: 181 of 396
A SPECIAL DELIVERYOn Monday Grandma Thelma walked the two blocks to the Card and Gift Shop to buy her Grand daughter Julie a birthday card. She spent some time looking at birthday cards before she found the perfect one. She paid for the card, put it in her purse and then went to the Post Office to buy a stamp. When she was do... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a loved one: 66 of 115
For a lot of years on the third weekend of August my husband would board a bus with his golfing buddies and head to New York for three days of golf and fun. This adventure was his yearly escape form the stresses of his job and life, a time to forget about everything and everyone and just concentrate on a good time. I never be... More..