Denise Willis
Bio
I love art as much as writing, and when the world feels dark, I get out my paper and colored pencils and draw while listening to music. When my husband and I were going through a divorce, journaling is what got me through that..
Stories (128/0)
Considering Marriage? Consider This First
After five marriages I can honestly say I love the single life! I don't consider myself shallow, but what if he gained 200 pounds, grew a beard, got a big tattoo on his forehead, embarrassed you in front of your friends by belching loudly? Why would anybody chose to go through life with that kind of handicap?
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Humans
Alcohol is the "UN" Drink: Unhealthy, Unattractive, and Causes Untimely Death
iI was driving down the road as fast as my car would go, and it's night, so I don't see very well. Suddenly I started laughing wildly and decided to drive on the wrong side of the road to see what that felt like. I could have been killed and killed someone else, but I was so drunk I didn't think logically.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Psyche
Making Dreamcatchers
One of my favorite things in life is to go into shops that smell like incense and look at all the beautiful works of art that reside there. My favorite pieces are always the dreamcatchers. Some dream catchers have leather inside with a picture or symbols on it. Others are adorned with feathers and beads that make a splash of beautiful color above your bed.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Lifehack
Bona Petite!
osMy father was an amazing chef and could take a tough piece of meat and make a tender roast out of it, pink on the inside and brown on the outside. But, he wasn't patient and could not figure out how to teach my sister and me how to cook. Mom wasn't a cook at all and dad did all the cooking in our home. Consequently, when I got married I had no idea how to cook. Everything I made was burned on the outside and raw inside because of the high heat I used. I didn't understand about temperature, timng, or seasoning and what you saw was what you got.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Feast
Sativa Rocks!
Times have changed since marijuana started becoming legalized. I remember when I was younger we had to know someone who knew someone else who could get you some smoke. They were always in the background, the person who provided the final product, and nobody was supposed to know who they were. There was also the unspoken code that all the stoners understood, how you don't talk about a sale on the phone. If you call to get something, you have to phrase it in terms of fruit, such as asking if you can get another bunch of strawberries like the last ones you picked up. That tells the person on the other end exactly what you want, and doesn't mention the word "pot".
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Potent
My Best Friend...Forever
The water lapped up underneath my chin and was beginning to cool off, giving me a chill. I reached up with my big toe and turned on the hot water, a tear rolling down my face when I thought about my puppy Holbrook. He was a rotty, but was also mixed with something else much bigger, making him a very formidable sight, but he was a lover. My chin began to quiver and I wanted to duck under the water until I quit blowing bubbles, anything to end the gripping pain I felt inside.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Petlife
I Love You Always
He slid slowly up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders, and from there, he brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck, and then gently laid my hair back down. I wanted him to touch me so much that my entire body was tingling all over. This was the first time he had touched me in a seductive way and not just as a friend.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Filthy
Meet Me Over the Rainbow
My husband drove while I stared out the window and watched the clouds form shapes.. My mother had slipped into a semi-coma and it was taking forever to get from Flagstaff to Aztec NM to see her. I didn't know if I would ever see her alive again or not, and memories kept flooding my mind.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Beat
A Psychiatric Oddity
"It's not just a dream, doctor, it's a constant replay of the same dream. Oh sure, the people and situation may be a little different, but in the end it's the same theme, and it's where I'll go when I die", Angela said with all the confidence she could muster.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Psyche
Demons or Insanity?
It sounded like a dead body being pulled across the room, slowly, and with great effort. I lay there dead still on the bed, the covers over my body but still feeling cold inside, all the while with sweat running down my face. I could see them in my mind and had seen them before. I didn't know if they were demons from Hell that had attached themselves to this little girl's soul, or if I was losing my mind. The man I saw had jet black hair that was slicked straight back, dark, beady eyes and a moustache. He was muscular but not very tall. The woman had jet black hair as well, but she was stick thin and her skin was as pale as it could get without being a gothic white. The little girl still had color in her face, but she was obviously crying and begging for someone to help her. She had limp, pink ribbons hanging from her dripping wet hair. Her pink dress was also wet and clinging to her tiny body. She couldn't have been more than seven or eight years old. I could see the three of them standing outside the screen door on the far side of the dining room, staring at me, and then the woman began to grimace and the man roared a deep, evil laugh that made me sit straight up and grab my ears to block the sound.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Horror
When It's Time to Leave
,It was September and I was living in San Diego, CA, with my 7 year old son and an Italian man named Marco. Marco and I had not had a very good relationship as he was abusive, both physically and psychologically. He used to make me write lettters to his old girlfriends since his handwriting was not the best, and threaten me with his fists if I didn't do it. He was abusive to my young son and I usually took the brunt of that by standing in front of my son when he went after him, and refusing to let him hit the child who was scared out of his mind. Then I would be the one to get in trouble but that was better than having my son get hit.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Humans
What Makes A Good Partner?
It's hard to determine how you really feel about somebody when you are young and your hormones are racing wildly. Physical attraction is the main thing that attracts the majority of people, but what is really important when looking for a partner in life? Perhaps there should be a checklist that we use and tick off all the things we like as well as those we don't when we are getting to know somebody. But, doesn't that take the romance out of it? Well, yes, but at the same time, if you are looking for someone to share your life with you have to consider more than romance.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Humans