So, I'm a roleplayer, a writer, weaver of tales and stories that are supposed to steal your imagination and sweep you into a world that seems real but cannot be. I've been finding it harder than usual to tell these tales as of late, my creativity stifled at every turn by people who seem to be afraid to take a risk. These are fictional character, ( Read more... )

Every year it gets easier. Every year I feel it but I also fear that if I don't cry or I don't show my loss that it means somehow I have forgotten. How silly is that? How could I ever forget? But I find myself having this deep seeded fear that this year....I won't cry and that disturbs me to the point that the loss of my son is all I can think ( Read more... )

Fantasy lands and make believe worlds ( Read more... )

I'll never be able to walk past the lingerie department at Walmart and not think of her parading around with the biggest bra we could find....strapped to her head....while yelling for our mom...who was hiding in the shoe department, wishing she didn't know us ( Read more... )

We all have one, that one family member who makes you cringe at the mention of their name, you know the one I'm talking about. For me that person is my sister. She hasn't ever been what I would consider "stable" but over the last five months she has rapidly declined. She got married, her husband left for the Army and she has settled into a ( Read more... )

Life gives us opportunity beyond our comprehension at the strangest times and places. I couldn't help but notice him, the confidence in his stride as he moved through the narrow aisles of folding chairs filling the cafeteria. I caught myself staring and so did he, giving me a slow knowing smile. I hate the ones who know they were good looking, who ( Read more... )

I like to think of myself as an open minded person who accepts people and their beliefs and I found out last night that I am FAR more tolerant than some others, especially within my own family. About 8 months ago my husbands sister decided to take charge of her life after her husband beat her and tossed her down a flight of stairs in front of their ( Read more... )

Chew me up and spit me out
Bleed me dry
Take what you will
Until there is nothing left
The empty shell
The barren husk
Bleed me dry
Sup upon my soul
Rob me of my imagination
Chew me up
Spit me out
Steal my dignity

Walk along the rim, sample from it's bounty ( Read more... )

A chill had crept over the lands, a bitterness that seeped into every pore leaving one to feel the sorrow of the earth, her lament at the passing of summer to winter. The very air one breathed seemed oddly heavy as the dying rays of summers warmth faded all too eagerly into winters grasp. The Lady of the Grove felt the changing of the guard, ( Read more... )