At 32, almost 33, I have a need to express my thoughts. I am not a blogger but I find certain stories begging to escape my mental faculties. This is why I'm here. I'm on Facebook and IG normally under my Name or AngelRavenDove88. Bai Bai!
It was rare. For all the bluster the adults would raise about having a proper breakfast, her Nana broke her own rules. Her mom always preached that she needed a balanced breakfast for her to get big and strong. As a good girl, Lynette always nodded and agreed when an adult said something that seemed to make sense. Her chestnut brown ringlets would bounce like the springs hidden in her favorite clicky pencils.
Cry of the Albatross
Loud noises were everywhere. I couldn't tell one sound from another as I search frantically for my family. I had managed to secure my nieces but not my mom or cousin.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on foot, but he knew it wasn’t long enough to be safe. Each day and night, he moved and hid like the roaches he was terrified of. Who knew what was safe anymore? What seemed like months was only days. In the span of a week, his life had become more of a priority than it ever was.
Talking With My Nails
Every two weeks or so, I have me time. I wear acrylic nails. I sculpt, shape and design these artificial beauties for my pleasure. I like to craft all sorts of things in my down time. From waist beads to dresses I don’t think will come to fruition but, I love doing nail art the most.
Flowers of the Sea
Alex slowly took in the horizon in front of him. Being out on a boat was like a second home to him. And honestly, it was his primary home. Watching the horizon spread out for endless miles, he’s alone in the boat who took on the shore as if it was just a simple strip of land between another valley of water. Another place to explore. He side softly as he realized the ships on the horizon were no longer his place to hide. He realized it was time to get back and begin the task again tomorrow.
When Wine and Tension Meet
As I looked around the room sitting at this lone table, I wonder what I have done to be in this position. Looking around at the happy couples, it brought me back to the point that I probably should not be there at this time.
As I sat in my mirror, I took deep breaths to ease my nerves. I was trying to do my eyeliner with a cute little flick that look like a wing. The only problem, my hands were shaking as I got ready for my evening. I can't believe I listened to my sister. Usually, she was the voice of reason... Except for this time. Enter the contest she said. It will be fun she said.... This is how I ended up on a Friday night, doing my makeup and praying I don't make a complete and total fool of myself.
Find What is Missing
Lydia sat in her car looking ahead at the home of her aunt. While the house still stood, it no longer held the same charm as it had when she was a child. The wind chimes that tinkered in the breeze no longer stood from the porch ceiling. The strawberry pink roses that grew wild and lush no longer climbed the railing of the porch where it caught meddling fingers and airy clothes in its short thorns. It was the first time in years that she had been at this house. Not since that accident when she was a child.