short stories to write about, so people can read. From being a happily ever after story to being very dark xD. I have also gotten into poetry recently as of my last post on here when I mentioned that i'm writing a poem about this girl at my school who is one of the greatest girl...
Home His Secret Lovechild,Her Tragic Death,and The Broken Pieces Left Behind
Description:On a balmy morning in March 2002,Houston native and first generation American, Thomas Sedakis received an urgent and belligerent phone call out of the blue. A former love interest was dead...
I see the sky
I feel the ground
I see passers-by
My heart knows rebound
From pain every day
And that’s how I want it to be
As challenges are faced
And they try to outdo me
I see my try
I hear my sound
I may wonder why
I get lost then I’m found
When I roam the earth...
I'm working at my IT nerd day job (which I'm very thankful to have) and my brain is getting bombarded with writing ideas.
And the ideas don't come in the form of a soft breeze and a gentle thought, they come like I just smashed a hornet's nest with a flaming baseball bat...
so quick to hurt
Someone who’s different
Attack their character worth
I am saddened by humanity’s lack
We are supposed to be better
Than a two-faced thumb tack
It has a smooth edge on one side
With a dull view
It has a silver, shiny, pretty look on the other
With a thorn...
live in every day
We are the caretakers
In every way
I eat chicken, I eat fish
I deal with reality, not a dreamy wish
I drink water, I shower in it too
I have a Heavenly Father
Keeping close to God is what I do
I wear clothes, I sometimes adorn with jewels
I exist with geniuses...
which may be true.
she said that im short with people.
she said that if i am a writer, i cant be those things.
i beg to differ.
she says i should be careful with my words.
because when i write... when i really write, a different part of me that she doesn't know...
The Way I See It
A psychotherapy client once accused me of not having the ability to appreciate his situation because I was “happy.” I thought about that for a second and then replied, “Do you know what it's like to be 'happy'? When your home life is going well, work...
author today at work. Surprisingly, I haven't much enjoyed interviewing authors as, in all my experiences, they tend to go on and on about themselves long after your interest has faded. I'm inclined to believe it isn't so much that their...OUR...species is arrogant, but rather...
before called Bold.
Don’t silence the drum
Its beat is its voice
Don’t silence the rap
Its flow is its choice
Don’t silence the river’s flow
Its current is its dance
Don’t silence the blogger
Its post is their freelance
Don’t silence the fashion
Its art is a...
and sometimes months when I do not follow my passion to write.
Thankfully these days are not upon me and my words are attacking the page with great fury.
I feel blessed, lucky and thrilled that my raw passion is once again flowing on to the page.
To any out there who use the...
and I am exceptionally impressed by those who are able to post daily or even regularly. I have no idea how you all are able to keep up so well. It's a bit inspiring that people have so much they are willing to say and share so often. The writer in me wants to do a study on it...
"selling out" as a writer. Being someone who has gone from more than a little snobbish about the matter to the classic definition of a sell out, it's something I know about.
It was one of my happiest and proudest moments when I was accepted to a prestigious creative writing...
been having a really hard time finding the motivation to write. I have about three different stories, two of which I have outlined into future books as well. But I can't get out of this funk and start writing. I hate seeing this awesome story I have written and being too afraid...
share with you edited and improved version of my almost two moths old book: How To Be Happy Recipe for Happiness.You can see full content on:howtobehappy2015.wordpress.comI hope you will like it.Copyrighted; Coping and Redistributing without acceptance of the writer - forbidden...
EP, with only one exception until now. I'm a journalist by trade, and I believe I've been blessed with one of the best jobs on earth. But that's not what I mean when I say I'm a writer. I write to bare my soul, to say things I don't know how to express aloud.
I recently fell...
because we love words. We love the way they build worlds and convey emotions. We love the way they roll off our tongues like succulent morsels and flow from our keyboards in an ever streaming river of thirst-quenching ideas. Words are our babies and one of the toughest things we...
for a novel, and it's a good feeling. The blessing and the curse of being a published journalist is that my brain is trained to obsess over the lede, which means I can't bring myself to become fully immersed in the rest of the story until I'm confident in the initial bait-and...
I wrote poems and fanfics and posted some. I was surprised when I got so many reviews and readers.
When I was 14 I tried writing a book. It was badly written but my readers loved it, and then I kept doing it.
I'm 18 now, I have a few books finished, some unfinished ones and a...
Is that I really wanted him to love me. Love me deeply and mean it. I wanted him to tell me that I meant something to him. But I suppose I didn't think that what I needed was for myself to be honest. Be honest... What does he mean to you? Everything! Or maybe not... But he meant...
People stop and stare
People get adventurous and go there
People welcome with open arms
People listen to or ignore their inner alarms
We laugh, we cry
We know, we wonder why
We have faith and fly
We give the do another try
We work, we laze
We shirk, we get amazed
It happens from the snooty
To us boys and girls
Wear this, wear that
Too skinny, too fat
Why can’t we all love one another
Harmonize differently with the same song
Listen to this
You’re a wuss if you fear
So many find a reason to diss...
Writers are carnal bastards that talk with their fingers. We live to tell everything. We live to expose our soft under bellies because we are all shameless exhibitionists. We are profoundly sensitive and we care too much, but, oddly, we won’t answer the phone when our best...
anybody is interested.
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since 2013 year and still do it. I really want to show the World the love romantic stories with some spicy things.I would be really appreciate if somebody will help me with edit my book. To find maybe some grammar or punctuation mistakes.If anyone intrest, PM me :)
Are you the thinker of the thinker?
Can you think clearly?
Perhaps you're just a mind-reader....
And that's okay.
If you can't think straight then what else is there to say?
You could be the talker?
The one who says things...
But talking isn't cheap,
Unless your voice sings...
ideas a day. From a creative standpoint that looks good (at least in my view) but I am a go big or go home kind of guy and if I can't turn that idea into a minimum three book series I don't have the will power to even start. What I hate even more is trying to get these ideas...
yes you and me
Individuals making up society
In global and family trees
We have our differences and struggles
How we deal is how we juggle
Have your try and I’ll have mine
We can party on, we don’t need wine
People may stop and stare
We continue on and go there
No peach comes without pits
No rainbow comes without the rain
You have to find out about insanity
to know you are sane
No silver lining comes without a cloud
Too much sun gets a cloud for cover
Not all rain floods the world
Some of it is good for one another
There are diamonds...