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I have been writing since I was six. My first work was an illustrated story about wanting a dog. I haven't stopped reading,writing or creating since then!
I am a voracious and varied reader. I have written poetry, short stories, lots of terms papers, college

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Fantasy: 4 of 387
EarthDream Journal EntryEarth time: June 12, 2006Some part of me knows I am asleep and yet I am still overwhelmed by fear. That night again, in front of my eyes, and this is all I can see: Lily smiling, orange firelight casting a sickly glow on her face, on the snow on the ground. The falling snowflakes, the fire, Lily, they ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 7 of 305
HIDDENI didn't knowThat it was there,Until it steppedFrom the shadows,Where it had grownTo my surprise,And was now a Terror.When it held out its hand,I decidedTo wrestle it,To push it back.Yet somehow,It managed to growStronger,Instead of smaller.Finally,Breathlessly,I realizedI didn't have toBeat it,I had to look itIn its ey... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Need: 6 of 82
NeedSometimes it restsIn the back of my mind A skittish little creatureThat is seldom hard to find.Sometimes he pushes forward Making himself known A struggle to keep him down,Where others won't be shown.He whimpers during the day,Runs rampant in the night,An uncontrollable demon,Scared only by tender light.I need only to nam... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 52 of 694
BleakThat swirling darknessComes ever near,Making me panic,Filling me with fear.Changing blue tides,Into ones of black,Nowhere to turn,No going back.Causing a struggleDeep within me;Things of the DarkAre Pride and Jealousy.Creating a war,Bringing turmoil,Invisible enemies,That make me recoil.Turning outwardPeace I cannot find... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 22 of 168
Gaze Into My EyesMy pale faceShimmers in the starlight.Framed by black hair,My eyes shine andDarken to midnight blue.My aura is so controlledThat I am the essence of illusion,The Mistress of Magic.My hood falls back,My cloak swept fromMy narrow shoulders.The staff I possessHelps me not to walk,But announces my presence;Strong... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US News Gray wolves rebound in US NW: Feds give hunters a green light: 2 of 11
I have long been fascinated with wolves. Like primates, the social interaction of wolves is very close to that of humans. The have a social hierarchy, display a wide range of emotions, and display intelligence. Wolves have long been a source of debate, fear, study and wonder. My eyes were opened to the debate about wolves wh... More..
Home & Garden > Home Interior Must-have items for your child's playroom: 6 of 28
When we moved into our new home, we had the traditional set-up of both a family room and a formal living room on our first floor. Having a teaching background, I was chomping at the bit to design our playroom, knowing just what I wanted. I quickly made up a list of must-haves for my sons' new room: a comfy, well-organized rea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 112 of 473
AliveThe wind is my soul,Wailing and crying,Stinging my eyes.My arms open wide,To enfold the sunsetFor the sun is my heart,In passionate reds;Seeing all-encompassing midnight,Or sprightly pale blue.My mind knows allEvery pain, every joy,Every life force.My wordsBring life, remembrances,Realizations and destruction.My reflexes... More..
Entertainment > Celebrity Commentary Should there be a law requiring paparazzi to stay away from celebrities' private lives?: 2 of 7
The whole mess with the paparazzi debate has been centering generally around two ideas: celebrities want the attention to boost their careers and it would be against the first amendment. Both are a load of hogwash and I'll tell you why: we the consumers of such information are creating a demand. We are the ones who have creat... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Parenting: 41 of 138
"MOM!" shrieked my son. Why oh why did I ever look forward with longing to the day he could say my name? I though to myself tiredly."WHAT?!" I shrieked back in a pretty good imitation of his own voice. Alas, the sarcasm was lost on my four year old."Mom, Gabe is flushing the toilet!" he tattled on his two year old brother. Di... More..