C. M. Sears
Bio
I am learning more about writing every time I write a new story, whether it be fiction or fact. I love this platform and will continue to write and learn...if you like what you read in any of my stories please click the heart.
Stories (45/0)
Celebrating Lost Loved Ones
This is my son Chris, and as you can see, I just "celebrated" what would have been his 37th birthday. Why are we always mourning this day with lost loved ones? This is not a day to be mourned for me...it's a day to be CELEBRATED!!! Why you ask? Well...let me tell you why!
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Families
- Top Story - August 2021
Why you must research before you buy a pet!
Let me start with this...I am a retired Master Groomer that worked for a large pet corporation for 13 years...I have seen it all, and yes I am pretty much an expert in dogs and cats skin and fur health, also as a groomer I know pet breeds and behaviors, so I was good at pairing the right breed with the right families.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Petlife
How to Sell Things Online Successfully!
Everyone has probably sold something online whether it be Ebay, Mercari, Offer Up, Facebook Market, and the list goes on, and the saddest part is that it has always been sketchy to do this. I started selling things in a little paper called "Pennysaver" 30 years ago, but that was only for local sales, there was no shipping included, you came over made sure it looked good(because there were no pictures either) and if you were happy with it, you bought it and you were on your way. Well, today is a lot less safe because unfortunately, someone is always out to take what they think they deserve...for free, and they are willing to either take it and run, beat you up, or kill you to get it. I have heard tons of story's about friends who met someone in a parking lot and when asked if the person could "look" at the item, as soon as they hand it over, the jerk takes off with it. These people pray on older people or overweight people who are unable to give chase. A few years ago there was a rash of people meeting people on a backstreet and getting the crap beat out of them for everything they had on them, including the car they were driving also, someone was actually shot and killed. It's a crazy world we live in folks, so I am just going to go over a few things I have learned over my 25 years of sales...this is not advice on how to sell...just on how to avoid problems.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Journal
The Endurance of Women
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and I have come to the conclusion that women are the most amazing "beings" on the planet...look at what we endure as women! Men are pretty great too, I mean lets be fair we would not be able to build the world family wise without them because without sperm there are no babies...fact! But I feel like they got it easy compared to us...just look at what we as women go through in our lifetime.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Viva
When did mental illness become such a big deal?
So...when did mental illness become so noticed, so out in front, so...real? When people with mental illnesses stopped being afraid of the stigma that came with actually admitting they have an actual "illness". This is not a bunch of "drama" or a way to "get attention", it's real, and how I realized that it wasn't people "just looking for sympathy, and feeling sorry for themselves" was when I actually went through a serious "depression" with my bestfriend.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Psyche
Why Are All Men Right?
Why do my husband and I constanly battle about "who knows more"? It's utterly rediculous how much he knows and how much I don't! According to him I have NEVER been right about anything! Why do men do that? Not that all men do, but all the men in my life do. I swear I can't remember a time that a man in my life actually "listened" to me. I have a ton of knowledge, but according to them, I am an idiot, but god help me if I say "oh, sorry I know I am just an idiot I guess" of course I am being a sarcastic bitch because they have now pushed me to the point of wanting to reach out and slap the sense into them!
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Viva
The Finale
It was a particularly cold year in Seattle, Washington, and Christmas was closing in fast. I haven't done any of my shopping yet, but I only had my dad and my grandma to buy gifts for because we were still fairly new to the region. We had just lost my mother (Cathy)to cancer 3 months before. My father Henry and my grandmother Sarah thought it best that we sell the old house and move here from Oregon to start fresh. Truth be told I was very angry that we had to leave the only home I have ever known, but grandma Sasa(that is what I called her when I was a baby because I couldn't quite say Sarah at two years old) told me that living in that house was very painful for my dad, so this would be best to help us all heal from watching my poor wonderful mother waste away to her death, she had metastatic Cancer that had spread to other parts of her body, so there was nothing they could do to save her. Grandmother said we could remember all the good things about her in a new place without constantly remembering the bad. I agreed, but I really loved my momma and missed her terribly, that house was the last place I saw her alive, but she wasn't well. My name is Carolina and I am a 15 year old with a broken heart.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Families
Green Lines of Death
My name is Lucintha I was born into what is now called Center City, but it isn't much of one if I say so myself, more like a wasteland of broken down buildings with no windows or doors, there is no electricity or running water, and trash is strewn about the muddy roads that have been carved out of foot traffic for as long as I can remember, it has also rained as long as I can remember and I have never seen what they call "sunshine". The city is surrounded and secured by a wall of lasers that if penetrated is met with certain death, we call them the Green Lines of Death. We scramble for food because there is no more of what was referred to as "money" which would be completely useless now anyway, who would have thought a piece of green paper with a mans face on it in different denominations could be so powerful? I heard tell that this peice of paper ruled the whole world at one time in history, I can't even fathom the thought. How could that be? It never made sense to me, but anyway, we now barter with things like rusted old cans of corn and bean soup, and sometimes we find something rare like tomato or mushroom soup, we can trade them for big bags of rice or beans, which last longer and feeds alot more people. I hear speak of the betterments growing food in the ground, but I have never seen any, they call these the "good greens" and they are supposed to be very good to eat. We got lucky today and trapped two good sized rats for meat, also we found some chicken bones in the trash outside the palace where the "Watchers" go to eat, and even though I have never seen or had the pleasure of eating any such chicken, the bones make a good soup. We are know as Dregs, because we are the dregs of society, so pretty much useless to anyone who has more than we do, and those people are the Watchers who are a policing system here and the Betterments also know as Puritans in the city. They are the people who have and run everything here, and they believe that if you are not a pure person you are a dirty disgusting dreg, which they have deemed to be the lowest form of life here, we are lower than rats to the Puritans and they like to use us as bait for thier hunting games because they do not see us as people, but animals to be hunted, so they take 45 of us to the "farm" to be hunted every year. To be a pure person you have to be born into it. I was not, I was a mistake and was not meant to survive, but my parents hid me from the Watchers and I managed to grow up beneath the city in an underground secret world only known by certain dregs. We are 400 strong and we are very good at keeping our existence a secret. Most dregs have a barcode tatooed on the back of they're necks that is unique to them for identification, which in turn is scanned, and that is how they get into the food depot to pick up their rations. My parents escaped underground with 130 other people when world war 3 came about, so they did not get a barcode and nobody underground possesses such a number, so, if I were ever to be caught, I would be deemed a trespasser and either killed or imprisoned for the hunt. I have been trying to get out of Center City since I was a femchild, the Puritans decided that they didn't want to get any older so they did away with the yeartime system and now the days just pass. the dregs up top never know if it's "day or night" because it stays dark and wet all of the time, and the only light is one green flashing light hanging in the middle of town.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Fiction
The Book Barn
My love of books started when I was very young. I would read everything, cereal boxes, newspapers, greeting cards...it didn't matter, I just loved to read any and everything. I loved words and learning what they meant when they were strewn together on pages telling a story, or describing anything. My life wasn't great so I ended up in foster homes most of it, but I got lucky with one home I landed in when I was eleven years old. The family I was placed with Sean and Dorris Lastnameforgotten, went to Seattle Washington every year for the summer. I was lucky enough to be placed in thier home 3 months before summer came, so I got to go on this magnificent trip with them.
By C. M. Sears3 years ago in Families