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I am a registered nurse who works in the emergency department and recently cut back on my hours to pursue writing. I tend to lean towards creative writing with an emphasis on nature and adventure writing. I also enjoy writing poetry.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Solitude: 1 of 51
Final DayIt is a twenty degree night in Shenandoah National Park in Virginia and I have hiked fifteen miles today with my forty pound pack. I am lying in my tent, snuggled in my sleeping bag with four layers of clothing covering me, but my feet still feel cold.I am not prepared for a twenty degree night. I am prepared for a f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Work: 3 of 84
A Day In The LifeToday I did CPRI pounded on a dead man's chestToday I stuck a catheter into a bladderAnd twelve needles into another's bodyToday I watched an elderly woman dieThe life drain from her eyesToday a child cried on my shoulderAnd I saw an amputated limbToday I had to change my scrubsBecause they got covered in som... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 18 of 246
Finding Love AgainThe day the glass floor broke from beneath my feetMy arms flailed in desperationAs I grasped frantically for anything to break my fallMy eyes were closed and my blind arms failed to captureUntil you sought me outAnd broke my fallYou are all my eyes can see now More..
Health & Fitness > First Aid What to expect when you visit the ER: 1 of 13
As an emergency room nurse I am accustomed to dealing with frustrated patients. They want to be seen by a doctor now, want their test results yesterday, and want their cure two weeks ago. Their nurse is nowhere to be seen, they don't know who their doctor is, they don't know why they have to have all of this blood work done, ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Lost love: 11 of 73
The Death of Love, the Birth of LoveLet me tell you about the day that love was born, but first I need to tell you about the day that love died, for without death there is no life, but this, I am sure, you already know.It was a dark day in the fall when the sky touched the ground and the stars sprinkled the ocean like algae. ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Body image: 3 of 18
ExpectationsI am twenty five years old, I measure five feet, nine inches, and I weigh one hundred and forty five pounds. Last month I weighed one hundred and forty pounds. Two months ago I weighed one hundred and thirty five pounds. I box twice a week, run everyday, and I am on a no carb diet. I have always been content with ... More..
Health & Fitness > Mental Health (Other) How to stop cutting yourself: 2 of 9
My cutting ritual: someone hurt my feelings, I did something wrong, or something has triggered a bad memory. I find my favorite blade, find the perfect place on my skin, the place that is begging to be broken and bled. I gently drag the blade on the skin which responds with tiny beads of blood, then I push the blade deeper un... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life or death: 6 of 25
The Value of Life How we cling to life! Each day Each hour Always quantity over quality Is two months of health In exchange for six months of sickness Really worth it? More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My painful past: 45 of 185
Near DeathI wanted to live until my mortal deathBut the demons incessantly tried to rob meAnd shorten the deal I had made before I was bornI bledNot red blood of lifeBut black blood of sorrowI surrendered to a monsoon that drowned meBecause I could not breathe the sweet air of freedomI gave upFell,Collapsed,DiedOnly to findTh... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Experiencing nature: 12 of 46
WHY WE CLIMBAs I put one foot in front of the other, pushing myself to my goal above 14,000 feet the thought comes to mind that we all climb for different reasons. Some of us climb to forget. Forget about past mistakes, shames hidden deep in our pasts. With each step we leave behind a memory we wish to have closure to. Each f... More..