: About Me

I have always loved to write.  When I was in school, I always used to write short stories whenever we had to keep a journal.  Whenever I would write a paper for English (or any other class, including Drama), I would always look at it as writing a story.  I think that has carried over throughout the years, always making non-fiction articles to read like I am writing a story.

I started writing on Helium to get my book out there.  I love seeing my book do well on here and seeing it go from beginning to finish.   You can also check out my book "Shalindra" at shalindramercury.weebly.com.  I love writing in the Histories Mysteries channel on here.  Not because I believe in the paranormal or conspiracy theories, but because I like to hear about different things.  One of my favorite English teachers taught me to always write for something you either don't actually agree with, or something you don't know about and it has always worked for me.

My passion is ...

writing and my daughters

I know too much about ...

random celebrity trivia

My parents always told me ...

that I talk to much, which is why I started writing

My childhood ambition ...

to become a writer

My favorite memory ...

my last vacation with my sister before she passed away.

Why I write ...

because it is the only thing that feels right

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

reading: The Host by Stephenie Meyer, watching: Season 3: Heroes, listening to: The Clash

My first job ...

a file clerk for Iron Mountain Records Management

My best moment ...

whenever my daughters show me how smart they are

My inspiration ...

my sister and my daughters

Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: Christmas eve

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It was the night before Christmas and Andrea Smith was sitting in the family room in her small apartment. She had just gotten the few presents for her daughters from “Santa” set out. Andrea could not afford to get much for her daughters, but she did make sure that each got a doll and a dress. Just as she was about to go to bed, she heard a knock on her door. “I wonder who that could be,” she thought. She could never have guessed in her wildest dreams what she saw when she opened the door, for there stood a Santa in full costume, complete with a sack slung over his s...

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