Hello, my name is Cynthia and I'm from a quite little mountain town called Nebo.Its in North Carolina.
I consider myself to be a writer by heart and a laborer by trade.I love the art of writing. Just put my imagination to work and let the words flow.

My passion is ...

writing

I know too much about ...

working

My parents always told me ...

be yourself

My childhood ambition ...

to own a dog ranch for homeless dogs

My favorite memory ...

too many to have one favorite

Why I write ...

too much thinking

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

skillet - The Last Night

My first job ...

fast food at the age of 15

My best moment ...

My life

My inspiration ...

Samuel Clemens

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Past lives

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My Name Is Cindy

Such a wild land, so wild and untamed,
Just passing through I told myself, no need to speak my name.
On the trail forever; town to town, meadow to field,
Still they followed, but I could not yield.

A runaway bride, unheard of in the year 1765,
We were matched, we met, I barely made it out alive.
An evil one was he full of gambling and the drink,
As his fingers tightened my throat I almost seized to think.

A week had passed since my wedding night,
Haven't come any closer to the knowledge of the fight.
A virgin yes, but would that be the cause of anger from his breath...

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