D.L. Finn

Joined June 2021

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D. L. Finn is a multi-genre author. Her work includes the paranormal, poetry, memoir, romance, fantasy & children books. She is also a blogger, photographer & reader and encourages everyone to embrace their inner child.

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Forest fairies
Finns forest fairies flying, floating, fluttering... foraging flora flavorful flower fondo for foxes fall festival
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Under the Full Moon
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. No, that’s not entirely true. It only showed what the world saw but not what lurked inside. It emerged when the full moon rose high in the sky. That smiling, beautiful face hid the hungry being that lingered just under the surface. The well-put-together woman was a mask. Plastic surgery had made a plain girl into a goddess. A bite last summer made the goddess a powerful creature.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Horror
Limerick 5
The wind tears through the white landscape, I peek outside, my mouth agape. Broken limbs, a snapped tree, Lots of work waits for me.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Limerick 4
Sunbeams shine through the broken trees, Reflecting off the scattered leaves. Squirrels dig in the snow, Their meal buried below.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Limerick 3
The old man shoveled the steady snow, Hanging onto his retirement dough. Ignored offers of help, Back twisted with a yelp.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Limerick 2
The winter's storms ranted, raged, and roared, Causing damage that most couldn't afford. Inside, we all sat, With a fluffy cat,
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Limerick 1
The angry storms flowed from nature's sword, Until mother earth's grace was restored. People cheered with relief, Sun, a welcomed release.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
a freedom
music, joy, excess... flowing from our searching souls in flowering fields
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
WHEN THE WALLS TALK. Top Story - February 2023.
If walls could talk is such a cliche human saying. No one talks to a wall and expects it to answer. Where I exist, walls are dead trees. Although some walls can telepathically communicate with certain sensitive people, it would only confuse or scare them. But, sometimes, that can’t be helped. Though I can’t speak for what goes on outside this log cabin, here in this forest, we are very aware. We may have been cut from our source, mother earth, but her gift stays with us, even in this sterile place called home.
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Fiction
LIFE'S GIFT
moments ripple away as the sun starts to set earthly journey almost complete reflect color bursts of life's memories
By D.L. Finnabout a year ago in Poets
Blue haiku
fairy snow crystals reflect cerulean skies glows with life's magic
By D.L. Finn2 years ago in Poets
A DAY AT THE LAKE
The hazy sunbeams vanished under Lake Vera’s icy surface while a bald eagle dove and captured a rainbow trout. The bird and its victim soared to a padded nest up on the top of the cedar. Cathy snapped shot after shot on the camera she’d saved all year to buy. The heavy new lens gave her a close-up of the steely determination in the eagle’s eye and the blood seeping from the squirming fish. The eaglets would eat well tonight.
By D.L. Finn3 years ago in Horror

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Forest fairies

Under the Full Moon

Limerick 5

Limerick 4

Limerick 3

Limerick 2

Limerick 1

a freedom

WHEN THE WALLS TALK. Top Story - February 2023.

LIFE'S GIFT

Blue haiku

A DAY AT THE LAKE

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Forest fairies

Under the Full Moon

Limerick 5

Limerick 4

Limerick 3

Limerick 2

Limerick 1

a freedom

WHEN THE WALLS TALK. Top Story - February 2023.

LIFE'S GIFT

Blue haiku

A DAY AT THE LAKE

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