Jennie Jeanne
Bio
A writer, a Poet, a mother, a friend; an artist
Stories (9/0)
Cleo and Cricket
I was living in a place I didn’t want to be, but at the time I didn’t have a choice. I was 16, and deeply depressed. My at home life, well let’s just say it wasn’t good because that is a WHOLE other story. The short version is my mother, brother and I moved into her fiancée’s house with his mother in a very tiny house and they had a very feral cat living there called Wilhelmina. She hated everything, wouldn’t let us near her and pretty much wanted to stay in the wall, so well left her alone.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Petlife
Confessions of a Ghostwriter
It has been years since I had written anything. I used to write all the time. In fact, I would bring my Omni note books to school so that I could write in them between classes and sometimes I would stay up late into the night writing. I would create fictional stories for my mind to escape into. I created worlds that would devour me so much I would dream about the characters.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Journal
Depression
It has taken me a long time to even admit I have depression. I have always been that strong person who denies there is anything wrong. Because if I don't acknowledge there is a problem, it goes away right? I thought that if I could plaster that smile on my face, grin and move on, that meant there wasn't anything wrong with me. I was fine.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Psyche
Sunflower Seeds
Once upon a time, as many stories start, there lived a great and powerful witch. She was kind and old, but powerful and more dangerous than any other being in the realm of Nivalin. Others were afraid of her and her magic, so the people of the nearby village of Kaizem had long ago banished her to Everpine Woods, where she lived alone surrounded by the wild. Normally, Everpine Wood was dangerous, filled with creatures of legend, but nothing bothered the witch. If something did, it wouldn’t last long.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Futurism
Movie Review: Sphere
I have missed out on a lot of movies and TV shows growing up because I didn't have cable until I moved out of the house at 18 and all my free time was spent reading. This has left me at a cultural disadvantage, something that drives my partner crazy, especially when I don't get the entertainment-related jokes he has so much fun telling. So, as of late, he has taken it upon himself to show me what it is I am missing and I figured that I would share this education with you.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Geeks
The Witch and Her Ghost
“Release Me.” The whisper echoed around the room; a masculine sigh full of contempt. The dust that had long ago settled on the piles of books stacked on tables shifted as a breeze that wasn’t natural rushed in circles around the woman sitting at one of these tables. She was hunched over a large leather bound book with tiny lettering and pictures, her nose nearly pressed to page. Her long red hair was piled atop her head, though strands hung loose and brushed the paper while she read, horn-rimmed glasses balancing on the edge of her nose. She looked to be maybe in her late thirties, early forties, but the witch was certainly older than that. Much older.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Geeks
A New Beginning
Recently it has come to my attention that I am not who I thought I was. Unfortunatly, I came to this conclusion because I actually started to see the wall I was slamming my head against. The wall I put up to keep everyone else out. The wall that I was hiding behind so comfortably that I created my own little world behind it and told myself and everyone else that the other side didn't exist.
By Jennie Jeanne3 years ago in Motivation