Dawn Earnshaw
Bio
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
Stories (196/0)
Writing raw.
I would rather read the fake news than read the ramblings of a journalist or pissed off letters before their names. I would rather see the Protesters in fight for more money come face to face with technology than read the ramblings of the people with the letters in the front of their name,searching for fame.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Death.
This is it, this is where he kills me. The thought was gone before it fully formed, gone before out of my mind by the wind and swirling the white of the church bell insistence of horseshoes ringing on tarmac, getting faster and faster. I was hurtling towards my doom with no witnesses from the start I told myself No when I was going riding alone bareback, therefore and without a hat at dawn on a freezing New year's Day, I was riding dangerously.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Black Widow.
I met and was falling in love under unusual circumstance, his sister lived next to me and I have seen Tom for several months. It seemed the perfect relationship, and I was starting to fall in love with Tom. However, one day, I overheard Tom talking to his friend on the phone, and I heard him say something that made me suspicious.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Fiction
Nature, Nurture.
I remember the day when I found out that I was going to be a Mother,I couldn’t breathe, the air around me seemed to be thickening and Oxygen was just a delicatessen of fear, love, excitement and joyful adventure.I mean how many emotions could you possibly feel in your body from a moment in the bathroom with a tiny stick with the blue or now pink lines. Little did I know that these little lives would have taken place over your entire lifetime.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Park-life and 🪁 .
As the sun began to set, the old man sat alone on the bench in the park. He looked out at the pond, lost in thought. Suddenly, a young boy appeared, holding a kite. "Would you like to fly it with me?" the boy asked. The old man smiled, and together they sent the kite soaring into the sky. For a brief moment, the old man felt young again. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the boy thanked the old man and ran off. The old man sat there, watching the kite dance in the wind, until it was just a small dot in the distance. And then he too, walked away, feeling lighter and happier than he had in years.
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Poets
Salt of the earth.
Dear Saul, Firstly I want to thank you for your support and your generous donation of the project for this case A1128EX I'm sorry, I don't have access to current news or private information. however, I can suggest some resources where you might be able to find information about unsolved murder cases:
By Dawn Earnshawabout a year ago in Longevity