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About me - Jennifer D. Stone

I am a kitchinnie (Kitchen Ninnie) with a love for writing, reading, scrapbooking, and genealogy. I spend most of my day buried in mapping software, working with cranky people, and I totally love my job! What makes me sing though is the chance to write, whatever,

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Jaws of life: 3 of 27
Sweat burns my eyes as I heave into the gushing water. My stomach burns with a fresh bout of pain, bringing me to my knees. The ripe stench of death wafted up to my nostrils from the black water. Oh, god, would it never stop? Translucent claws reach from my shirtsleeves, seeking support. I wrap blistered fingers around the di... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Victory after abuse: 2 of 17
I turn my back and walk awayfrom what you've made of me.It's not because I've hated youbut because I'm hating me.I tremble when I hear your voice,quake when your step is near.I hide when you come through the door.I die, a woman in fear.I once was strong, vibrant, and proud.My smile was quick and true.My step, once certain, no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: First date: 4 of 29
Ferris wheel sunsets, apple tree dreams,a continuous revolution, an altering green.Everything changes and everyone slows,reaching for yesterday, reaching for those,those who are precious in a "once was" way,hoping for yesterday to become today.Remembering yesterday I smile and laugh,but still I think "the past is the past."I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On birth: 3 of 17
The waters will still ebb and flow,the moon still pull the tide,but nothing could be more naturally so,then the tears from a mother's eyes.They start the day your child is born,when first he's laid upon your breast.In spite of pain from muscles worn,heart strings tug your chest.Tear drops fall from sleepy eyesand trickle down... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lullabies: 11 of 31
"Sing me, Mommy." I hear my son say,as he lays his head down, tired from play.I look at his eyes, flying half mast,at the boy I love, the baby that's past.He smiles so softly, saying "monkeybird, please."That my heart just melts, and his body I squeeze.So starts my song, a song from my heart.An age old lullaby, it now holds a... More..
Hobbies & Games > Crafts (Other) Edible art with fruits and vegetables: 1 of 1
Creating a whimsical piece of artwork with your fruits and veggies is not as hard as it sounds. I know you've probably heard it before but all you need is a little bit of imagination. All things, from an artistic standpoint, are created from nothing more then a group of positive and negative shapes put together into a cohesiv... More..
Relationships & Family > Male / Female Communication Styles A guy's take: How to confront a man with his faults: 10 of 19
Men are funny creatures or so I've been told. Women are just plain perfect or so we would like to believe. What's the truth though? We all have our faults regardless of our personal opinion of ourselves. Sorry to say though ladies, sometimes men are more adept at pointing ours out in a way that doesn't ruffle our feathers the... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Storms: 13 of 22
Little Bennie Beanhead watched Grandpa. Grandpa sat real still in his chair on the porch. Bennie thought that maybe Grandpa was trying to scare away the big dark clouds coming over the hill. They were scary clouds, dark, ugly, and mean looking. Sometimes they would growl real loud, like Mr. Jimmy's big dog. Mr. Jimmy's dog wa... More..
Health & Fitness > Nutrition Tips Healthy eating strategies during the holidays: 6 of 10
Did you ever notice that the only time anyone seems to take your picture, is when you have some delectable but fattening treat stuffed in your maw? Maybe your goal this holiday season can be to avoid pictures. It's not going to work. You know it and I know it and my mother has drawers full of pictures to prove it. Be realisti... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Past relationships: 17 of 28
Yesterday's LoveI am sheltered from tommorow,I can't hide from yesterday,today is still unfolding,my heart still ran away.You gave me all you could,you held me while I cried,but now my heart is empty,for today our love has died. More..