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I'm different. I ran track. I play the violin, and the piano. I am bilingual. I have six brothers and sisters. I am the middle child. I love reading, writing, drawing, acting and little doodles. I specialize in editing, graphic arts and acting.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reality: 1 of 125

A Letter To [You] Just like cake, I'm willing to watch you bake until fully cooked And just like Yahtzee, I'm willing to wait up all night until you're unshaken Cold nights make me want to be closer to you So passionate, it's making me want to run miles around a track for you And I'm not usually on this clouded-eye stuff, bu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: At 2:30 am: 1 of 30

Staring up at the ceiling, Late, late at night The bicker and banter from across the hall Is getting to me alright Trying to hold back tears, it forces me to realize, That all these years, the pain hasn't ceased once. And so the routine is the same, every single night The two of them come in, settle down, then begin to fight...
Health & Fitness > Gym & Health Club Which do you prefer for workouts, pants or shorts?: 3 of 10

For starters, I'll state that I am an athlete and working out is a day-to-day basis kind of thing. When I work out I usually where a t-shirt and jogging pants or a tank top and jogging pants. The reason for wearing pants is that I learned over the years that you become lighter on your feet with heavier garments. This is a fa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The argument: 6 of 19

BREAK .....Take your mind off the stress. Give it a rest. Live a little different. But not the best. There's a reason to my words. Make the meaning heard. Little did you know, I knew so much. So sit back and let me lecture you. Before, when I used to try to speak to you, In one ear and out the other they flew. But now you ha...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love's anguish: 67 of 204

She stares into the eyes of the hopeless Wishing they could see, hoping they might know that there is plethora amount of possibilities Crippled, we seem Hurt, we're deemed Uncertain Tripled, the pain The eyes of the hour glass broken Praying for our children to be astute, urbane Plead, we try silent tears, we cry and made to...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In this world: 26 of 55

I let my pores broaden and let all reach inside To poke at, to whistle at all inside A variety if things inside me reside Whether I want to or not, I shall not hide Forward emotions rush And furthermore, I am crushed By the barrage of things I seem to see A mix of baggage piled onto me Trudging, I think not more can hurt me ...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Overcoming challenges: 22 of 44

Call A Spade A Spade The feeling of being esoteric and the understanding of being in this place come over my body in waves so strong. The reminder of that awful, unrelenting moment speeds past my eyes in the most vivid way. I stay in the upright position for quite sometime, but a force, so unwavering and immutable, begins to...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: One man's journey: 21 of 39

*[one woman's journey]* -Prologue- Fire from the pits broke out into the streets and hungrily consumed the on looking human beings. Cries rose up in the air and carried thousands of miles. There were four round pits, twenty-feet in width and two-feet in height, made from thick marble slabs that stood in the heart of town. In...
Arts & Humanities > Writing Tips Advice for new writers: 37 of 65

PART ONE ... Advice to give new writers? Well first of all, I, personally, think that you learn the most by doing. You can say you like to write, you sing you like to write, but if you don't actually write then what comes of it? The most important piece of advice I can offer to anybody who loves to write is this: remember th...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: When life fell apart: 42 of 70

Shawtie took another bite of her sloppy Joe. She paused to the sound of her dad coming in the house. She suddenly dropped her food, and ran up the stairs. She tried to keep calm on her way to her mother's bedroom door. Not successful Shawtie pounded on it. "Mama, he's home!" She shouted frantically. Her mother unlocked the d...