Devotion to Writing Devotion to writing is something that you have to make a priority in your life. You have to want to take the time to write about anything that comes to your mind. After all you have readers who are interested in the things that you have to talk about through your writing. … Continue reading Devotion to Writing
Sometimes she wonders what people think about when they up and leave their children without any regards at how it will effect them. It is because they do not care about anyone except for what they want in life. Young people do not have any morals about anything in this world. They only care about … Continue reading An Observation of The World of Parenting In “2014”
This blogging challenge has turned out to be a wonderful experience, and it makes you stop to think about what you want to write. Sometimes it is hard to do because there are some things that you just do not think people would read. However, this post is going to be about the people who … Continue reading Memories of The Past
This is an essay that I wrote while going to classes for my GED in 2003 it was one of the first times that I actually kept something that I had written. I managed to get a 3.5 on it and the grade was based on the scales of the GED.Even though I will probably … Continue reading What Will You be Remembered For?
My life is wonderful Life is You know I have been asked before if there is anything that I would change about my past to make my life a little happier. But when I stop and think about how my life has turned out I would not change anything because then I would not be … Continue reading A Change I Should Make
What a lovely post…. 🙂
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The lashes fell on my skin, burrowing holes through it
My hands gripped the tree as blood flowed freely.
The ground soaked and groaned.
My tears mingled with blood as hope fled.
A quick gaze upwards and the sky mocked me.
What sins have I committed?
What atrocities would call for such retribution?
Then like a glimpse in the night,
I saw a new world.
Different from my present.
Free from pain of the field and labouring for the proud.
A spasm, a breeze, a sound.
And mercy reclaimed my soul in a faint.
On Saturday, I went to watch the acclaimed drama, ’12 Years A Slave,’ directed by Steve McQueen. I wished I hadn’t watch the film, it was brutal. I ran out twice, it was very difficult to watch. As a writer, I’ve got a hyper imagination, and as the lashes landed on Patti’s (played by Nyong’o) bare skin…
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It is interesting what you find when you look through the piles of items stuck in the garage…..Thanks for sharing this awesome post.
I was covered with dust and grime from digging through boxes in the garage when I found the one marked TOYS. Using a Swiffer cloth, I wiped off the small box and my hands. What toys did we have that Mother would have saved and that Daddy would have tucked into the tightly stacked boxes on the shelving in the garage eaves? We never had the money to buy anything expensive that would be worth keeping, so I couldn’t think what it could be. I peeled away the packing and memories flooded my mind.
I was ten years old. We had just moved from the San Fernando Valley to Simi Valley at the foot of the Simi Hills, close to Daddy’s new job testing rocket fuels at the Santa Susana Field Laboratory. Any money that Christmas season would go towards a modest Christmas dinner. If there were…
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I love it! Thanks for sharing!