Articles written by Tarah Flicek

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About me - Tarah Flicek

31 years young
Proud Mother
dotting daughter
famous novelist in the making...

I have spent the past 13 years bouncing from on meaningless venue to another. And then, in July 2007 I found my purpose...writing. Bravely I picked up a pen, and with a clenched stomach

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thoughts: 2 of 310
REMEMBER WHENRemember whenyou were a childand your greatest fearwas the ghost underthe bed.Remember whena stormy nightbecame a legendaryadventure.Remember whenyou wore a sheetupon your backand flew to themoon.Remember whena blanket and threechairs became yourshining castle bythe lake.Remember whena weekend afternoon spentwith... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy: 24 of 583
Aura, Goddess of WindAs I stood in the meadow of wildflowers, I felt my body sway gently to the music of the wind.Back and forth back and forth I moved with the music, allowing it to consume me. I slowly closed my eyes, as though in a trance.Lifting my arms wide open, I said, with full submission,"I'm ready"I took a deep brea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 26 of 301
FRIENDSHIPTalking and laughing,remembering the good old times.Telling old stories,yours and mine.Singing and dancingletting the heart soar,carefree and happyout on the dance floor.Birthdays come andbirthdays go,we share and celebratewhile we both grow old.Offering comfortwhen life falls apart.Being a shoulder,to restore the h... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Life: 19 of 183
The Imperfection of PerfectIf life were perfect, where would you be?I would sit at my garden table with my journal, writing about whatever I dreamed. I would listen to the birds sing and feel the warm summer breeze against my back. Flowers so plenty blooming through the rich soil in the garden; I close my eyes and smell their... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 20 of 173
While walking down the bustling street I spotted you in the crowd. You looked at me and me to you. I smiled but you disappeared.That afternoon I sat near the window of the coffee shop writing in my journal when I looked up to find your chocolate brown eyes looking back at me."Hello." I mouthed the word, but once again, you va... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Racism Dealing with prejudices in today's society: 3 of 23
Growing up in a diverse community, I had never thought much to the word "prejudice." It was not until I hired in as a server in a popular pizzeria, along the southeast coast, did I discover the meaning of the word.Enthusiastically I worked attending to the guests while maintaining the utmost respect. However, the patrons mock... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sensuality: 5 of 37
SensualityBreathing softly...my body is calm. Intoxicating is the scent of perfume that sweeps so secretively into my mind. My head swirls with visions of your blinding beauty. Pumping madly against my breasts, the blood burns through my veins as you draw nearer. No longer calm, I sit and wait.No words yet spoken, while bodil... More..
Relationships & Family > Family Bonding How to have a better relationship with your children: 3 of 20
As a mother and daughter, this is a subject close to my heart. I grew up in a family of five females and no father figure. So tensions ran high.Being the eldest daughter, the majority of the responsibilities fell to my shoulders. This included everything from major household decisions to chores to child rearing. I forcibly to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 78 of 473
A Lesson within a WordBefore you speak, listen.Before you guide, follow.Before you teach, learn.Before you trust, speak the truth.Before you leap, do not be afraid to fall.Before you give, learn to receive.Before you believe, find faith.Before you love, first love yourself.However, to live...Oh, to live you MUST let go......o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 26 of 145
Precious giftwrapped in wool,on a cool February dayI brought you home.Daily blessedwith laughter and joy,I praise the godsfor my little boy.A little boyno longer you are,but forever you willstay in my heart.All I request asyou become a man,is that you will never be too oldto hold Mommy's hand. More..