Donna L.H. Smith
My Aunt Juanita didn’t know I could talk until I was five years old. I always hid behind my mother’s skirts, just like this little girl. 469 more words
12 hours, 57 minutes ago
A Leap of Faith...
I have a confession to make.
I suck at writing dialogue.
Why, you might ask?
I don’t know. I have this theory that it’s an overlap from being so shy that I suck at conversation in general. 199 more words
14 hours, 7 minutes ago
The Pictures Show
People With Depression Can Have A Good Day?
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19 hours, 19 minutes ago
Death by Shyness
Its so easy to sink into the abyss of depression and want to give up. The light gets forever smaller at the end of the tunnel. 430 more words
1 day ago
My oldest son celebrated his 13th birthday by inviting nine of his friends to watch and play football at our house yesterday. My basement still smells like boy sweat this morning. 271 more words
1 day, 2 hours ago
This egg belongs to Lilac. The black and violet dragon of the group.
She enjoys sleeping in a field of lilacs and that is where she makes her home, is the cave residing beside. 18 more words
1 day, 6 hours ago
I’ve had second thoughts about posting these since last night. I did promise they’d be on earlier I apologise!
“I’m shy. Most people don’t take the time to get to know me.
1 day, 11 hours ago