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About me - CJ Steer

I live in Devon, England.

I live with my partner and our 2 boys.

I have worked in a few different enviroments over time, including; The local chip shop, Running a holiday let site, Assisting to run a hotel, A bar and restaurant manager, A functions organisor,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Teenagers: 3 of 53
Aliens Long hair, scraggy clothes, dirty dishes in a room where the floor has disappeared, we love our little aliens, although their voice just seems to groan. They live amongst the dirt and grime, the games and movies, ahead of time, crisps and drinks, rubbish galor, a planet that should be fumigated, before each entry that... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hidden love: 2 of 22
The love I lost I remember how he looked, the things that he would say, the accent in his voice from living far away. The way he would slouch back in his chair, the way he'd look lost and stare. The way that every time he stood up he would straighten out his shirt, Coffee and cigerettes before he could start work, Who goes w... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: When that killer headache strikes: 3 of 10
When your told you should be dead Isn't it funny how one sentence can completely change your life, this is the sentence that I was told a few months ago, when I went into hospital for what should have been a standard easy twenty minute operation, but turned into a three and a half hour operation that saved my life. I've had ... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Government and health: 3 of 9
Mimi I wonder through the gardens, in my silken black suit, sniffing at the air, brushing against the flowers to expose the freshness of their scent. I skip to one side as the loose ball that belongs to a group of playing children, hurtles it's way in my direction. I sit in the sun and soak up it's rays, I hear the quiet, I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pure love: 11 of 31
We love them so They kick, they scream, they punch and bite, they love us, they hate us, we're never right. They tug on our heart strings when they hug us tight, they anger us and make us cry, when they've been in a fight. They know it doesn't matter, whatever they say or do, we are the parents and we go with the flow, they ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 199 of 505
Making lists I must do this, I must do that, an agenda for every day, Itinerary, itinerary, I must tick my life away, have I done that? Did I do this? It's all up on the list. I must do this, I must do that, an agenda for every day, I must write down all the things to do, in each and every way, have I done that, have I done ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas: 101 of 231
Surviving Christmas Wrapping paper, sticky tape, glitter in your hair, fairy lights, Christmas tree, presents you don't need. Turkey, cranberry, Christmas pud, everything to much, Christmas crackers, silly toys, grandma drunk on port and wine, spend too much, kids all fight, how on earth do we survive? Christmas comes just o... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Vampires: 44 of 93
The feeling I always hated working late, walking home in the dark. Where I live, there is barely any light, just shadows formed by the moonlight, that's when there was a moon. If there wasn't a moon, then they were the longest nights, it seemed to take forever to get home, that's if I got home. You see I have a "friend", I d... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Christmas Christmas 2008: Ways to have a joyful Christmas while in a recession: 26 of 48
Christmas should be fun! But... in the current state of financial ruin most of us seem to be in, the thought of Christmas being fun seems to be a far stretch from the truth for most of us. I can't really say that I am a crazy shopper at the best of times, but I can say that this year even conscientious buying has gone out of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heaven: 83 of 118
Time to get away I often sit and wonder, what will happen if I stay? I often sit and ponder, about the good old days. Now I sit and dream of how different things could be, if I could muster up the courage and finally get away. I remember when he'd hold my hand, and love me in every way, when nothing that I said or did would ... More..