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I live in the Northwoods, where I write all the time. Writing is my life. Helium is another place where I can display my writings, in addition to my website and my blog. I write some non-fiction articles, poetry, and romance. However, my passion lies in writing

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal stories for children: 65 of 97
PLACES TO GO, PEOPLE TO SEE - "We've got places to go, people to see," Stephanie told her Dalmatian, Max. They looked both ways before crossing the street on their way to the playground. Their favorite bench was empty. From her bench she could see everything, even her own front door. She could hear her mother call when it wa... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing for Success Spring cleaning for writers: Organize your office: 11 of 15
Don't uncluttered your office by throwing out old drafts of your writings you have writer's block on. You never know when the muse is going to strike, and you're going to want to finish that particular draft you couldn't finish then, now! Set up file cabinets. Make up file folders for each manuscript, outline, even your note... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the woods: 68 of 91
I went walking in the woods- following the trees I followed the trail of a cool summer breeze Now I'm lost in the woods-which way do I go? Which way did I come from? I just don't know. There was a way in-but is there a way out? Or will I be stuck walking the woods, wandering about? I could follow the trees east or I could fo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pizza: 39 of 51
~~My Ode To Pizza~~ Steamy, hot mozzarella cheese melted on each slice, Blends with the tomato sauce so very nice. Then you meet the oh so spicy pepperoni, Evenly distributed claiming it's territory. A large, medium, or small culinary delight, Oozing with flavor from the first to the last delectable bite. Veggie lovers or me... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing for Success The writer's office: What you really need: 28 of 34
You don't need a room with four walls, a desk, and other furniture and supplies to have a writer's office. Some people say a writer needs an office to do their best work; they need uninterrupted quiet time. I always write with some kind of noise in the background, the radio, the TV, or my family talking. It doesn't hinder my... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Mystery stories for children: 16 of 19
The Missing CD - "Go inside and get your sister," Mom instructed me. I groaned. I was already late for soccer practice as it was. I don't know why we had to pick up my sister, Carly, from school. If she was in the bathroom, it would be another hour before I got to practice. I pushed open the double doors of Carly's school. S... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 171 of 200
It's as easy to catch as anything else, I find it creeps up on me when I'm by myself. The only music is the humming in my ears, My only company is knowing it's so very near. It's called boredom-and it's no one's friend! The constant feeling that seems like it won't ever end. Boredom, yes, that's right, it has a name. I wish ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relaxing: 80 of 91
Ice cold lemonade in one hand, A good book in the other-laying underneath a tree on my land. When the summer starts getting hot, I run to the beach to find the perfect spot A front porch swing on a warm night, My idea of relaxing-sitting in the moonlight. Putting my feet up after a long day, That's what I like-that's my way. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Breathing: 133 of 150
Inhale-exhale-that's the only way to stay alive! Breath in oxygen-breathe out carbon dioxide, I take a deep breath-sometimes it's deliciously fresh air. Sometimes a deep breath fills my lungs with the smog and allergies out there. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 147 of 164
There are two kinds of clouds so don't get them mixed up, One kind I hate, one kind I can't help but love. Gray clouds create such a gloomy day, White fluffy marshmallow clouds call me out to play. Cloudy skies don't always have to symbolize sorrow, Cloudy skies can bring happiness-raising hopes for a bright tomorrow. More..