I have lived and loved books and writing since I was small.
#internationalwomensday I adore being a girl, a woman, a lady or a lass. I simply wouldn't change it for the world but don't get me wrong I know we are a pain.
The face looking back at me looked spoilt. Puffy white cheeks with sunken eyes ringed in black tiredness. My dark lashes clumped together and you could hardly tell that my eyes were blue.
I rubbed my lips, feeling stinging pleasure wiggle into my finger tips. I sat up in bed, rumpled and sweaty. Stretching and sighing, an ache spread through me.
Hello lovely writers. Just asking your advice. I don't post as regularly as lots of people I follow and I tend to hover around the 600 mark. Which is fine with me, honestly.
Sitting down in a orange 1960's chair, I realised I was short if breath. And so whilst puffing and wheezing I smoothed my hair and glared angrily at Tobi.
I stretched my arms wide and began to sing, I felt manic. The pecks stung and a few savage beaks caught my neck so I raised my voice.
Rhinos seem so hard. With skin that never cracks. I'd never make a Rhino. My hide is tissue thin. Don't remark on my strength. I'm superhero strong. With character and drive that startles most.
I've never really thought New Year's was all that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not someone who wallows in despair over growing older or rain pouring. I just kinda get on with things.
Today I feel just sad. Or maybe blue. But something feels just hollow. The reason is not concrete. Though I am sure that I feel this way. It hasn't crept up. Or sprang in with a surprise.
I didn't feel like talking so the rest of the day was a washout. Anya herded me round like a small child and I simply hadn't the energy to protest.
Any ideas for a title as I simply can not think of one. .............. .................. .............. I felt springy and light as I stepped from the house into the weak Saturday sun.
I heard a tale about a tap. A tale that made me see. And truly wish that tap was me. Flowing always, constant pulse. Loving, teaching,giving. Providing sustenance for living.
I'd like to map my body. Have it scrawled with darksome ink. Covered with touching tendrils of words and art and spirit. To decorate and celebrate all that is within me.
I am lucky And I am telling myself that. Reminding. Rewording. Rephrasing just that. I have.... Healthy boys, two. A man who loves just me. A home, two cars and cats. I may not be....
I haven't posted for ages, so please do give me a paw and comment or like or both. I need to get back into this.
He smiled. "Hello yourself." Then smiled again, inviting me to engage. I stood, dumbfounded and beyond terror, silent. I fingered my watch, what was the time.
I haven't posted for a while so if you could give some helpful pointers that would be much appreciated.
Now I know that some people think that this frame of mind may not be cool or very independent thinking but....
"You'd better get up and talk to your Mother, before she goes to work." I sat up groggily in my warm and crumpled bed. "Why?" I asked in a sullen tone. My Dad stood in the doorway looking pissed off.
As always LOVE to hear what you think, please comment. ************************************ I felt like I needed to sit down, my legs were suddenly weary. Was that possible here.
I'm sure I had rational thought, Once upon a time. Though when that was seems far ago. For suspicious thoughts are hounding me. And clouding all my sight. Stopping me from seeing all that is good.
Sometimes I wonder what this is all about. As I have spent my whole life long dedicated to being a good friend. I take this role very seriously and pour my heart into it.
I want to feel like I belong Not sure if this is right or wrong. All day my head feels rushed. Too many thoughts collide. They are not worthwhile ones, They only say; I want to belong.
This time I swear it felt like stepping through. Like I knew where I was going, like I knew I was aware. Because I am.
Another of my oldies. *********************************** I've always been waiting, Waiting for you. Waiting for that part that completes me. The figure I don't see. Only I do.
This is a poem I wrote many years ago when I was in a much darker place than I am now. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ My pebbles keep on falling into the pond. I try to halt them.
Just seen that my rank is 230. Which is amazing for me.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with my parents, downstairs in our living room. The room is "biscotti" in colour and adorned with teal and grey accents. I don't really like it.
This is another one of my story ideas. I think it is a short story idea, it came about from a comic drawing class. It is written in the form of emails.
Love to hear what you think, ways to improve are really appreciated. ************************************ The doctor, female about 40 with soft brown, wavy hair leant back in her chair. It squeaked.
Outside the sky felt like an oppressive blanket. Bruise like purple and heavy, about to smother the life out of me.
Ok, so I am skipping ahead a little as I am struggling with the parent conversation bit. It needs work. Let me know what you think about this part though, please.
Ok, I'm a little confused as I am relatively new to Opuss. Do people follow you because they like your work or because they would like you to follow them. Or both.
"Did Mum not come too?" I asked as Dad closed the door to the tiny medical room that was grim enough to make you feel ill if you didn't already before.
I am just thinking that Opuss is crazily addictive and magically good. Ever since I can remember I have written and wanted to write, being published is one of my lifelong ambitions.
Please, if you do read this, I would LOVE feedback of any kind. *********************************** As we walked to the Art studios for our next lesson, Nate joined us.
There was a little girl, Who had a little bruise, Right in the middle of her heart. And when she would smile it would ease a little bit. But when she did cry, It hurt horrid..
When I hold you, Time stands still. When I hold you, My heart smiles wide. When I hold you, I see you grown, handsome. When I hold you, I realise nothing ever mattered.
I often have lots of thoughts running in my head, ideas for stories-books. So I am just going to start pouring them out at you. Please, please let me know what you think!!. "OMG. Cordi.
You will probably meet 10 men in your life that you could live with. But only one that you can't live without..
The longest relationship that you are going to have is with yourself. That's why you need to love who you are. It's not going to be easy and will take longer than you wish.
"It's not all rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along." Maroon 5.