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About me - Raven Shadowwinds

I'm a 40ish mother of two; wanna-be historian, webdesigner, thinker of deep thoughts, and gothic princess. I am a perplexing and arcane person, creative writer, artist and photographer. I'm a voracious reader of anything Celtic, Norse, Confederate, Reformation,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Child abuse
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WishYou have them all fooled, don't you?They all trust you - don't they?A frightened, innocent childAnd I pray that you will goYou will taint my young lifeIn ways you will never knowYour grip is so hardYou are so much biggerYour reach is so longYou are so much strongerA deeply scared heartWill be your gift to meThe danger tha... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Guilt
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ConfessionFor a moment time stood still. She was leaning against him, listening to the steady thrumming of his heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around her loosely, yet protectively. She was sure he sensed her inner turmoil. How could he not? She knew she had to say something, he wasn't stupid. Besides, if she didn't, he would... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The past
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BetrayalWhen Carol was very small, she tasted the bitter fruit of betrayal for the first time. She was not yet in first grade when it happened, but she'd still remember it forever. It grew to be a deep, jagged scar on her soul since the betrayer was close to her heart. She'd rarely speak of it, of course, but it remained just... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Inspirational
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SafetyThe family's little house eventually became known as 'Ant Hill Place' to the little girl who once lived there. It was located in a small town in New Jersey that few would ever be able to locate on a map. The girl thought the town's name was stupid anyway, so she named her home after the ants that lived in the vacant lot... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother Nature
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Sometimes I pray for rainSometimes I want to feelThe blessed cleansingWashing over meAs God bathes the landand renews my soulSometimes I want the comfortSometimes I want the clarityEach tender droplet bringsMy mind it touchesAnd cools body and soulWarming meSometimes I want the feelingSometimes I need the drumOf the waterFall... More..

Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Pain
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Still LifeIf I so much as speak my burden aloud, it just might exceed my ability to carry it. So it must function as a secret, most of it unspoken lest I become enslaved to it. I ignore the obvious almost daily, to preserve the illusion of normalcy for as long as possible. Sometimes functioning is a conscious choice; one no o... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Birth
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The New BabyOne fine spring day, Carol went to school. When she came home, she was expecting Mamma to be there in the kitchen. Mamma was always waiting to listen to her discuss her day over a glass of milk when she came home. But...Mamma wasn't there. Carol felt strange, almost lonely. She was confused, and she was just a lit... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartbreak
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AgendaYour vile taint has destroyed my lifeI painted a fake smile to hide behindI woke one day from an emotional sleepIt is as if you had it all plannedMy body is a hollow tortured shellMy pride is gone, crushed by youYet I'm still needy, dependent and weakA fool, is that what you had planned?You painted over my innocent drea... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: How do you love someone who doesn't love you?
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MuteLife still goes onspinning out of controlmoving around melike wind in my ears,blurry and cold.I try to focuson what Ihave not lostbut that is futile;my wadded heartwill have none of that.All I can feelthink about or hearis the quietthat indicates the lossof the dreamand the uselessnessof my past.It kills to knowI've inves... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feelings
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Raindance(written March 2004)I sit and listento the rainon the roofIt dances on windowstells secrets to the treesThe beat is steadyfilling puddles of memoryWho will listenWhen it's gone?Throw the storiesthe hurt and liesinto the rainLet them feed the groundThe storm knowswhat to do withanger and jealousyThrow the storiesof br... More..

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