Jan Portugal
Bio
I love the adventure writing takes me on. I enjoy the idea of sharing them with an audience. I hope you enjoy my visions too.
Stories (65/0)
Ms. Jan Portugal
The Who in Who I Am Conundrum The thing about writing personal stories is the memories are not always pleasant and often painful to recollect. As I’ve written before I was invaribly destined to follow my heart to become an artist, and like many artists our passions are so deeply and selfishly centered to where we don’t always have control over who gets hurt. Only two of my three kids have forgiven me. Urges… well, they have their own agenda one never starts out to be selfish it happens on the road to satisfying these ubiquitous urges. My apologies to those caught in the head lights of my ambition.
By Jan Portugal3 years ago in Humans
RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT
It was four thirty when Monica pulled onto the Ventura Freeway. The stream of red taillights showed it was the height of traffic. “Damn I’m not going to make it home before Bill, I hope he’ll take pity and bring home some Panda Express“ she thought. He was aware of her afternoon meeting, so being late was a possibility, and it was his nature to do thoughtful things like that.
By Jan Portugal3 years ago in Fiction
Frozen dreams
Nelson pounded the last nail on the porch swing he had just finished for Molly He attached the chain to a set of hooks on the broad wooden arm rests, making sure there was a place to set her Pepsi Cola, he made the arms extra wide. It was a beautiful swing—he was as giddy as a little kid excited to give it to her on her birthday tomorrow.
By Jan Portugal3 years ago in Fiction
An unforgettable summer day.
CHAPTER ONE Jayne’s day started off as one of those heart wrenching episodes asking Why? What’s the purpose of all this crap I go through? Is so much pain and torment necessary? She ran a brush through her short brown hair, and wiped a tear from her cheek. What is the grand plan everybody keeps claiming exists? I don’t get it.
By Jan Portugal3 years ago in Fiction
I won the British bake off
It actually started around 1829 in London with the muffin man and how after baking his morning batch of muffins, on Drury Lane. He packed them in a basket and carried a brass bell to walk the streets in the poor neighborhoods. He announced his wares by ringing the bell. delivering his hot muffins to the eagerly waiting customers. It was a story that captivated Misty’s four year old imagination when she first heard it.
By Jan Portugal3 years ago in Fiction