A writer in the disguise of a marketing director and criminal justice student...
Yes indeed, that pretty much describes me.
I'm 27, an avid writer of anything and everything that comes to mind from fanfiction to original screenplays and novels. I'm a musician
+ more bio informationI remember the little things that mean so much to me. Like how one person once called me by my middle name. Told me that it was special to him to call me Marie and that he would use it on special occasions. He never called me that again and I rarely hear from him anymore. I wonder if he remembers.I remember the sound of the b... More..
Piano music drifted through the warm night air, slow and heavy with unnamed emotion. The beautiful sound came from the open window of an apartment, the only window with a light still burning at the late hour. Inside the window a young woman sat at the piano, swaying lightly as her fingers picked out the notes with precise cla... More..
To the driver of the light blue Ford Expedition,I know that we must have seen each other many times in the past couple of months since I came to Rural Hill Rd but this morning was probably the first time I sat up and took serious notice of you.Today was like any other morning commute. I made it into the school zone and was ha... More..
I do a lot of cooking in my free time. I like to cook from scratch and from boxes. (Hey, not all women like to cook but I do, so no stereotyping, okay?) But there are some nights when I'm tired and I'll just want to throw a frozen pizza in the oven or microwave. So I read the instructions. Preheat oven to 375...blah, blah bla... More..
(An excerpt from an action/adventure novel that I'm currently writing called "She Dreams in Red". This scene takes place toward the beginning. Julie is a spy/merc who has been hired to infiltrate a vigilante trio. In an attempt to meet with her employer she leads them to the riverfront but insteads finds someone else she didn... More..
Hear the whistle blowFeel the slight rumbleTrain, take me awayCarry me to one who willEase my lonelinessTake me where I belongSound in the nightlight through the treesI lie awake and listenas a tear slips from my eyeI miss... More..
Does it bother me?The way men are so casualwith my bodyThe way they so carelessly placetheir hands on my thighDoes it upset me?The names that the few I've turned downhave called meThe words that the women probablyuse to describe meDoes it worry me?How I play it fast and loose, like money,with my bodyHow I'm held up as a troph... More..
"The hero's sphere of action is not the transcendent but here, now, in the field of time, of good and evil of the pairs and opposites One has eaten of the tree of knowledge, not only of good and evil, but of male and female" (Campbell, 1998). Male and female, the question of gender regarding heroism continues to plague us eve... More..
Whirl and twirl upon the razor's edgeCareful now, don't miss a stepRemember to smile, turn out and smileAnd whatever you do, don't look downToo afraid to simply make a choiceSo light the candle at both endsFaster, move faster, twinkle toesDance on and don't ever look downBurn your bridges as soon as you cross themLike a scarf... More..
In this world of emails, I miss the paper lettersIn this world of leather pants, I miss the bustles and skirtsIn this world of "earn", I miss the "enjoy"I miss many things that I was never born toI feel more at home in a corset and hoops than in modern clothesMy preferred job would be a writer or musicianOr even a smuggler on... More..
Juliette Vincent
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