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I am a single christian mother of five. I love writing poetry, articles, etc. I love spending time with my children. I am currently working on a project that I hope will be beneficial to many. I was born in London, England and came to the states when I was

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Thrillers: 10 of 129

She sits with tears streaming down her pale, somewhat freckled face. Her throat whelped in knots making it hard for her to swallow or even breathe. Thoughts of her dreams become a vivid nightmare; a distant world far beyond that she can not reach. Rage begins to envelope her whole being as if she were doing something to defe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's song: 4 of 30

Dreaming of clouds afar bringing glory to thee brighter than any star the rain I love to see storms rage in a violent sky the sun trying to come the clouds pass by the bee's hum the dew left on the ground the morning after a cool air all is peacefully sound the trees are bare
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Signs that you are obsessed: 3 of 16

Desperate, racing to the highlight of your life and the destruction of others, including, relationships, neglect of children, and a dazed view of the world. Crashing toward a flat square box know as the television set, who has time for T.V. these days? Many sports obsessed men delegate from a sofa. The bills need to be paid!...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Destruction: 2 of 10

Rain drops falling on the roof thunder vibrating through me lightning bolting in a poof I feel like a tall oak tree swaying in the wind the sky a purplish blue an eerie feeling of danger has no end birds screaming as they flew temptation of evil lurks around the corner from the storm too many of Satan's quirks redemption wil...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 44 of 197

Time stands still in the night yet my heart races against fear shadows appear from a distant universe my soul takes flight precious moments I contain wrap them up in satin and lace flowing in the wind 'cross the hills thoughts of peace keep me sane tumbling through a tunnel of darkness my soul does not feel free can it be no...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Escape: 10 of 30

A once bleeding heart communicating a silent cry of inner sadness with screeching pain of desire to be loved intensely is overwhelming. The remembrance, once filled naturally within her soul, aching deeply for that feeling to respond with desire for passion not yet revealed, becomes an intense reach far beyond her grasp into...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Losing a loved one: 51 of 150

A child, not just any child, my child. Justin,a young boy of eight plagued by the awful disease known as cancer. It's name, Medulloblatoma. A form of brain cancer in the madulla. How could this happen, I thought. He was so full of grace and ambition. Being eight years old my worst fear had arrived. My father had just passed ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The love of a lifetime: 38 of 90

My Sweet Destiny Your love is a song, that makes my heart dance Your smile brightens a gloomy day Your touch, excites my soul beyond Your kiss delights, makes me strut and prance To be as one Cradled in each others arms Fantasies we share Your love warms me like the sun Forgetting not, treasuring each moment Time stands stil...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If I listened: 4 of 9

Victorian lace and bobbled beads pearls with dainty things to fill my needs tea parties, gatherings and such china, crystal, and antiques you must not touch romance in a play of sophistication those are rich make a donation fancy dresses all in a flare everyone prominent does seem to care ballroom dances are popular by far t...
Relationships & Family > The Single Life Tips for single mothers who want to marry: 1 of 1

Women with children dating in today's society is not an easy task when looking to marry. We have hope's and dreams that have been shattered, while gracefully trying to pick ourselves up to move forward. To somehow accept the idea that we are now single with the majority of the responsibility of child rearing. We have now bee...