Dawn Earnshaw
Bio
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
Stories (196/0)
The Visitors.
67 Dorchester Street, Newton- Le Willows- NW4 ST5 20th March 2023. Dearest George, I write to you in great urgency and hopefully understanding. I know I know! It’s always the same, you just slide your finger across and through the books of literature and poetry, hoping that a title will catch your attention, or the introduction at least grip you in the first few sentences. Janet and I were in River Mall Streets in the antique store looking through books.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Loving from afar.
89 Blackberry Trees, Hartlepool, HP45 PFG Dear Joseph I have been thinking about you and wondering how you’re doing and holding out, with us not seeing or being able to speak to each other for almost nine months, I wrote you a message here right here Joseph to let you know how special you are to me.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
OFSTED
Annabelle was a quiet and introspective child who often struggled to connect with others. She was always introspective and reflective, spending much of her time lost in thought and daydreaming. However, she had a vivid imagination and was always fascinated by stories, both real and imaginary.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Education
Stolen Beauty.
9 lookable st, Essex Es30 UXB Dearest Elizabeth, today I went breezing down the Amazon with the majestic Macaw, azure in colours you have never seen before, sun shimmering down the waterfall, mentally storing the grace and beauty of one of natures hidden gems.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Heaven
9 Rectory Gardens, Reddish, SR5 KL9 Dear Micheal, it was on a bleak midwinter day, I thought it was my day son I really did. Then I heard a woman cry out, “Mirian o’h Mirian”, I ran to her distress, to find it was a message, there John, right there on your desk. I had to get it off my chest, when Constance ran away leaving me feeling bereft, it was like a gunshot to my chest.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Sarah
I knew there was a young couple named Sarah and Alex. They had grown up together and had been best friends since childhood. As they grew older, they realized that they had feelings for each other that went beyond friendship. Sarah was a talented artist, and Alex was a gifted musician. They both shared a love for creativity and dreamed of one day making it big in their respective fields. They often talked about how "the sky is the limit" and how they could achieve anything they wanted if they worked hard enough.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Fiction
Take, Camera, Action.
It was the 26 May 2018 and I had just been promoted to the Assistant Manager position for the company Ironfist.Inc. as a Camera Assistant. I had been after this position for over a year and all my hard work paid off. Christopher had finally offered me the position on one condition, to fly to England to shoot the last part of the Movie Emily. Well I had a phoni for planes and flying since the unauthorised flight that was diverted to another part of the country to drag a poor young man and his girlfriend off, as possible activists. No evidence but it was enough for the flight to be diverted and the scene that unveils was so horrific and traumatic for me I wrote to the authorities over the body that looked into the case and just gave a warning to the President of the country Russia where the Young Boy would eventually face house arrest in a residing part of the Country Belarus.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets