My name was Isabel Trusty. I was a demon, a wolf demon, the most powerful, dangerous, horrible type of demon one could be. I didn't want to be bad, but, despite my efforts, even on Earth I was bad.
A lair. A thief. A...killer...
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...
and came across a commercial for Recta-Care. It got me thinking; unless your a **** star. How often does the average person take care of their rectum? So, I wrote it down on my grocery list. I guess I better get some. Woo Hoo, lol.
Did you ever notice that certain things only happen in the movies, but never happen in real life? For example:
1. It is always possible to find a parking spot directly outside or opposite the building you are visiting.
2. When paying for a taxi, don’t look at your wallet as you...
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...
It's called, "Poem"
Analyzing my thoughts. I'm dying, I must be dying. To feel this defeat. So frail, so done. I'm too young to give up. I must be dying. Subjecting my mind. I'm crazy, I must be crazy. This was all in my grasp, but I'm out of control I must be crazy. Sunken in...
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
stirred and entirely dismantled. Every time my phone lights up with your name, every muscle in my frail body tightens and my ribcage automatically constricts depriving any oxygen from entering my lungs. My face usually rosey red flushes ghost white and cold sweat beads lather my...
through my crimson veins. A sting of sadness burns the capillaries inside my chest suffocating my lungs from the oxygen needed for survival.
Second by second, my internal clock is running out of time. The grief forces me to shed my scaly dry skin like a snake cleansing itself...
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...
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...
for my English Lit. class, but I still find it very interesting how when people read it think of different situations.
Comment what you think it is about....
A Threaded Affinity
Warm and cold, and
staring at her,
I stood elated.
Therein her arms...
Whether its exploring experiences sexual or platonic, writing must be detail oriented and character driven. The secret to truly inspirational writing is immersion. The reader must be transported wholly into the work. Smell the odors, consume the tastes, feel the textures, hear...
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...
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...
My friend knows who he is
He will get my very first kiss
He will get the key to my heart
He will get the improv script that writes our art
He hacked into my head
I gladly gave him my heart
He hacked into my life
I gladly co-star and play my part
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...
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good and evil.
One lives with sunshine even in the rain
One lives with vengeance and causes you pain
One lives for a brighter now
One lives to steal your soul with a nasty bow
They both are in the same person
It's just that one is stronger than the other
They both have power to...
and it made you want to scream
It made you want to tear off your own skin
Digging your fingernails into your scalp
Desperate to destroy the face he called beautiful
He tells you that you're made of gold
But he treats you like coal
He burns you to make you sparkle
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...
for the first time in many years. I read to her all day! She loves my work, and wants to see me pursue it.
I don't know how to feel about this. It's done privately in this room where I've spent the last seven years, barely leaving the house. No one in the 'real' world knew I...
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
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...
who liked engaging in sexually abusive behavior towards others.
They used to have the potential to be positive power houses in society; but somewhere along the way, evil wanted to dance with them. Instead of saying no, they said yes. They have to become strong enough to let go...
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...
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...
words rarely heard, a lullaby sung sweetly as the tide begins to turn
It was something that was said, one of the things I heard inside my head
Sing to me a bitter sweet melody, whispers of what wasn't meant to be
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...
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...
I wrote it for myself and other petite or little people who get bullied and underestimated for our smaller sizes. Just because we are vertically challenged doesn't mean we are weaklings.
I am small but mighty
I am loud
I am emotionally flighty
I cast my cares on God
I know God...