: About Me

I am a novice when it comes to writing more than a grocery list but one day several thoughts went through my mind and I had to put fingers to keyboard (so to speak) and write it down or my head was going to explode.

I want to share with others my voice and by doing that let you get whatever is bugging you out in the open. I want to make you nod your head and say, "yeah, that's just how I feel. That lady really understands what it's like to ......."

I have always had  a passion for reading poetry but now I have discovered I actually have a talent for writing it.

I have had a career with the federal government, two university libraries and a major utility. In all my various positions and  20 plus years experience, I have finally found a niche to dig in and stake my claim.

 I write poetry, short stories and debates here on Helium. Please help yourself, get a good cup of coffee, read some and enjoy. If you like what you read drop me a line and let me know.

My passion is ...

Trying to be the best me, whatever that may be at the time

I know too much about ...

Nothing in particular, but am interested in most everything

My parents always told me ...

Honor thy father and mother so that your days may be long on this earth

My childhood ambition ...

Travel the world, see exotic places

My favorite memory ...

Waking up Christmas eve night and smelling chocolate drops

Why I write ...

I have a story inside me begging to be let out

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

My first job ...

Summer intern at the GA Dept. of Transportation

My best moment ...

Saying "I do" to my husband of now 33 years

My inspiration ...

Everything around me. It is all by God's Grace.

Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: A killer smile

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Paula Dodson stood knee deep in rubbish. Not just any rubbish, but sleeves, a pants leg, buttons and zippers ripped out by the seams. This was all that was left of her small but prosperous dress shop. It all had a deranged but methodical look of ordered mutilation. She bent down and picked up a severed arm from the mannequin she used to drape expensive satins and silks about. Her life flashed before eyes. Her soon to be ex, Stanley, slip-sliding in and out of her life like a greased snake. All the while he smiles at her with that killer smile. Folks said she was so lucky (at her age) to ge...

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