Debora Dyess

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Start writing...I'm a kid's author and illustrator (50+ publications, including ghostwriting) but LOVE to write in a variety of genres. I hope you enjoy them all!

Blessings to you and yours,

Deb

Stories (45/0)

Many Hats
I have the most rewarding, enjoyable, hardest, most frustrating, irritating, and consuming jobs on the planet... But one is ore important than any of the others.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Families
Best Life
It's best if life is whimsical! Inimical, If we don't guard Our silly heart. We often let our feelings flow And we don't know
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Poets
The Kleenex Box
The minute the optometrist plopped a box of Kleenex tissues down between us, I knew I was in trouble. Yep, that's me... The genius. Nothing escapes my notice and sharp, analytical mind.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Humans
Dawn
As the sun gently awakens to kiss the darkness away, Colors yawn and come to life Gently at first, with timidity of a young dawn
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Poets
When I Get Home
I breathe a sigh as I get there, Kick off my shoes, let down my hair. I wander on and find my guy; As I get there, I breathe a sigh
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Poets
Tisha's Predicament
She never intended to get stuck in the fork of the pear tree. It was a little embarrassing, her bottom sticking through the two limbs like a great, big pimple. Ready to pop. Disgusting.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Families
The Insurance
Parenthood was hard. Ryan heard that often enough growing up -- mostly when he got in trouble or hurt, which was more often than he cared to remember.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Tale of Chicken Little
The future was dead. It died a long, slow, and painful death, but it was over now. Dr. Dixie Hubbard stared upward, studying the sky, thinking about the old story of Chicken Little. It had been her childhood favorite.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Horror
The Frozen
She stared out over the pond. Ice-skaters whizzed by her, some waving and smiling, and she returned their greetings. Did they wonder what she was doing here? It didn't matter. She would skate again next winter maybe, but the thought of getting out on that frozen graveyard literally chilled her to the bone.
By Debora Dyess2 years ago in Fiction

Debora Dyess

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Many Hats

Best Life

The Kleenex Box

Dawn

When I Get Home

Tisha's Predicament

The Insurance

The Final Tale of Chicken Little

The Frozen

Stories (45/0)