Annelise Lords
Bio
Annelise Lords writes short inspiring, motivating, thought provoking stories that target and heal the heart. She has added fashion designer to her name. Check out https: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArtisticYouDesigns?
for my designs.
Stories (254/0)
Protected By Death
"Finally," Catherine Dawson said to herself as the Long Island Rail Road (LIRR) train to Farmingdale she was on announced her stop. Minutes later, the train stopped at the right stop, and the door opened. Pulling a small Ziplite Lime-green Samsonite suitcase behind her, relief etched on her face. She eases towards the exit.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
Does Being Creative Makes Me Weird?
The actions of humans make creative people feel as if their gift, talent, and credible ability are life sentences. Many are treated horribly and rejected while alive and accepted after death. Maybe that’s why many of them commit suicide.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Styled
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 21
It's too early to say." "What do you make of the florist's story? I am viewing it right now." "It doesn't make sense, does it?" Sgt. Booker explained. "A woman comes in with a Diamond to identify a flower. She hands it to Juan, and he goes up in spontaneous combustion! Sounds like science fiction to me. Diamonds will send you to the poor house, buying them, I mean, but they sure don't start fires or kill people."
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
Could The Rise in RSV Cases Be Germs Demanding Balance?
Respiratory Syncytial Virus (RSV) has always been around, but in our Post COVID 19 era, it has taken a dangerous push forward. It is rising in children and adults with lung respiratory problems and compromised immune systems.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Humans
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 20
"He's one of us." I swayed back to Mr. Willoby, vitriol dripping from every word. "How did the fire start?" I questioned again. Shifting my gaze quickly from Willoby to Special Agent Wells, searching for any hidden agenda between them. I was hoping too that they couldn't sense my increased pulse. The memory of Juan and the fire the diamond in my possession had started were rupturing something inside me.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction