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Hi! My name is Bekki. I'm 48 years old chronologically. Anybody that knows me will tell you that's a typo. I act like an overgrown kid half the time. I collect fantasy bladed weapons and skulls. (No, I'm not Goth, just weird)I have a George Carlin type sense

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Relationships: 3 of 95
Blue Jean Queen and Her Court It was fifteen years, three months, and two days when I first saw these rolling green hills. I remember it distinctly because I was in awe of them, the spring rains had turned them the brightest shade of green. They were covered with what seemed like almost rows of yellow daffodils. It looked li... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Night: 8 of 22
THE NIGHT OF SURPRISES The night had a soft, velvety feel to it. The moon was barely peeking out from behind a cloud. The tall oak trees were dripping from the rain two hours earlier. In the distance the sounds of traffic from the city below could be heard ever so slightly. If you tried real hard you could smell the aroma of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seasons of the soul: 3 of 7
The Seasons of the Soul Spring is the Season of the Heart, Everything is fresh and new. Like a child, anyone can rediscover every part, Every leaf, every flower, every drop of dew. Spring is beautiful. Spring is the Season of the Heart. Summer is the Season of the Nerves. Ever jumping,ever on the move. Summer is driving fast... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My strong son: 1 of 1

My Strong Son is twenty three years old chronologically. He's much older than his years, though. He's lived through a lot. Throught it all he came out with a good heart, a level head, and a great sense of giving. When my son was little he was adventurous. He would climb on or over anything, no matter how many times he fell a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 74 of 146
I wish you were still with me here. I know it is just suffering and greed. Greed, and pain, and loss and fear. But your loving arms I desperately need. I miss you more than I can ever say. I miss you more than I even know. I miss you every night and day. My heart feels like there's a giant hole. I know you're happier where y... More..
Relationships & Family > Relationships & Family (Other) Learning to accept others and the responsibility situations put forward in life: 3 of 5

The Leland Sextuplets First Day At School Joe took the day off work to be with Amanda and the kids. It was a big day, it was the first day of school for the Leland sextuplets. The local press was there, of course. They had been there for every big, or even small, step of their young lives. It did have it's good side. People ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal stories for children: 62 of 101
Pretty Vicky's Important Lesson All of her life everyone told Vicky how beautiful she was. It started when she was just a kit in the den with her mother. All the animals would say how cute Vicky, her sisters Vera, and Veronica and brothers Frankie and Johnnie were. As they were growing all the others would pay very close att... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: It's been a long time: 66 of 100

Poetry: It's been a long time It's been seven years since we've seen your face It's been seven years since we've felt your embrace It's been seven years since you've walked with your brother It's been seven years since you've hugged your mother. In that time you've stayed ever near In the years you're part of everything we d... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal adventures for children: 12 of 18
Morris and Boco Morris and Boco were very good friends. Boco was the sillier of the two. Morris usually had more sense. One day the were playing tag swinging through the trees. All of a sudden Boco noticed a bunch of bees coming from one of the trees. Now, Boco loved honey. He yelled to Morris, "Let's stop and get some honey... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Why I admire my mother: 40 of 56
When my mother was young her mother and her worked picking cotton while my uncle ,who was a baby laid in a laundry basket. My grandfather worked in St.Louis and came home on weekends. My mom would go in and stand on a chair and cook while my grandma kept working. When I was young if she was angry with me my mother always thr... More..