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New to Helium. I've been writing off and on forever. I used to write stories when I was five then got out of it, and then wrote in high school and college- mainly poetry, had some poetry published and I'm hoping to get into stories and articles eventually.

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My father: 3 of 143
I was adopted when I was an infant, and the legal process was final when I was two years of age. My parents may have told me I was adopted when I was about five years of age but I didn't really know what it meant.My adoptive father was a saint. He was forgiving, loving, full of fun and humor, and I could do no wrong in his ey... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life after death: 1 of 42
The Ones That Are There There's always been something that scares people. When you're born, there is a reflex that we have, (startle) reflex to prepare us for things that will be either dangerous or just simply fearful.Sometimes we protect ourselves from fear by certain ingrained reflexes, because the truth is just too much... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 25 of 720
I was young onceI crawled on all fours like a dogwhen I got older I could stand on two feetI could run and climbNow I'm on three legs,a cane to prop me up so I don't fallI sit alone in this place for the ancient onesSometimes family visitsusually they don't, they have lives to liveas I didI have many good memories and stories... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humanity: 6 of 154
Song of the Cetaceans I churn the waters of the seven seasI swim into the foreverI sing of the pastthe presentand the uncertain futureI sing for all mankind.Many men wonderwho I really amI have come from the eonsI have come to save our souls.We tell our children to love usbut men still hunt us downI cry for my brotherI cry ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of horror: 9 of 211
Amy-Lynn wasn't always like that. No sir, she was the epitome of goodness and solidarity. I remember when she used to bake loaves of bread to donate to the church. Sometimes I'll walk by a bakery and a flood of memories comes back, like those loaves of bread being baked so long ago. That's when I found out the truth of what g... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Patriotism: 2 of 34

Courage even with FearHe never criedabout the waror the pastor what happenedHe only spoke of the goodand the comraderieand the daily lifeMy brother and I alwaysasked about storiesof the past.Years later my dad had an episodehe was dreaming that he waskilling a Japanese soldierMy mother woke him upin fearMy father was stabbing... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Life: 9 of 149

The Best of Both WorldsThe seasons were changing once again. Autumn had arrived with her leafy jacket of orange and brown. The air was crisp and the geese were preparing for their trek to warmer lands.Lisa Brown sat on the front stoop watching little whirling currents of air spin the leaves around and around like a dradle dow... More..
Entertainment > Music (Other) The importance of music in our lives: 8 of 108
Music is what brings us peace. Music is what is a part of us in all areas of our lives. There is music in motion pictures, there is music at weddings, funerals, and while we are driving to work. There is music in the operating room, some doctors like to do surgery listening to country, rock, easy listening and classical, it c... More..
Relationships & Family > Family Dysfunction How to avoid getting emotionally bulldozed by your family: 3 of 32
I have a problem with communication. I compare myself with Mount St. Helen's volcano in the United States. I sit there quiet for ages and when I start brewing about something, I hold it to myself and let it build and build until I blow up and explode and start yelling and saying hurtful intractable remarks. It's quite childis... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life lessons: 35 of 360
I was alone in the house when I began to perceive a strange sound, a sort of low moan. I murmured to myself, "Aw, you're just imagining things, you're just scared because you saw, The Haunting on television". I glanced at the digital alarm clock and saw that the night had gone by fast; it was 5:30 am. At seven o'clock, I woul... More..