G.A. Moore
Bio
Write, and write, and write again, 'til the words become images in the mind and feel the heart with joy, heartache, or even pain. I like to think that my writing will transcend you away to a place or identify with a character. Enjoy!
Stories (4/0)
Peaceful Storm
Before, I had laid my head down for slumber, the night was still and quiet, the heat was still on the rise, not feeling any relief from the fans that just moved hot air around in my room, as if I was lying in a hot oven… baking. While trying to sleep, a relaxing dream was interrupted by wind. Of late, I had been having dreams that caused me to rise from in terror, instead I was startled awake by the sound of the gust of wind that entered my room, in the middle of the night.
By G.A. Moore4 years ago in Futurism
Love In A Cup By G. A. Moore
If the night couldn't get any worse, five thoughts of stories were whirling in my head, like I needed more to think about. I just wanted to get a good-night sleep, for once. The bags under my eyes were starting to look as if they could house another set of eyes. I just wanted the storylines to shut the heck up and begin again tomorrow. I could hear my mother, the want to be philosopher herself, saying, "don't put off 'til tomorrow, what you can do today." She was a hard woman. When I was a kid, she would never let me catch a break or chill when I was just out of it. Right now, I am totally out of it.
By G.A. Moore4 years ago in Families
