One of the things that interests me about historical fiction, of which Eleanor Limprecht’s Long Bay is an example, is why the author in question chooses to write his/her story as fiction rather than non-fiction. 1,225 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
The Dysfunctional Life Of Love
I’m not really sure if it’s just me or if it’s everyone else, but man am I tired of people (mostly men) trying to dictate my life! 480 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
When the beast is unleashed, whose to say what’s going to happen.
Prison is stressful in itself. Of course, I’ve never been locked up personally, but I can only imagine. 388 more words
3 months ago
Sometimes, I try to understand people by the way they analyze poetry. Here is one that I wrote a while back.
Spent a lifetime wishing, always hoping…never ceasing, never coping…couldn’t swallow, to busy choking…long lost love, forever provoking… 310 more words
I may be slightly biased, but it’s my blog anyway, so I have the right to be.
When I tell him that I’m the luckiest girl in the world, he always responds the same way. 366 more words
Here’s a big one that causes a lot of controversy and caused a lot of pain.
We had been dating 6 months when I decided to go to Arkansas to visit for the Summer. 592 more words
He’s about two hours away from me and I can’t drive. I was born with a visual impairment enabling me to do a lot of the things that young adults like to do. 528 more words
3 months, 1 week ago