Joanna Blaze
Bio
I love writing just about everything but some of my personal favorites are romance, criminal, horror, and fantasy. I'm also an avid traveler I love traveling solo because I have a lot more fun adventures and the experience is more exciting.
Stories (35/0)
Wine with the Dead
(To protect my privacy and courtesy of my employers the locations of these places are kept under anonymity) From the time when I was a child, I was always the biggest believer in the paranormal, but I soon grew out of that phase as I got older. But unbeknownst to me that as soon as I took my first steps into that world it would not be easy to let go of so easy. Over the course of time, I’ve experienced so many paranormal encounters that they have become my own ghost adventures. I’ve seen things, heard things, and felt things but, my first hardcore paranormal experience that made a true believer once again happened at my first vineyard job in the Maryland Virginia area.
By Joanna Blaze2 years ago in Horror
The Owl of Athena
When I wake up each morning, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I keep telling myself that I am a fighter and don’t give up. Each day is like a battle for me, as I continue to face new challenges and obstacles. It’s almost like a never-ending war, but the war is not just with others but it’s also with me. About 6 months ago I suffered a traumatic injury while playing soccer, I was going for the goal when out of the blue one of the rival players kicks both my feet right from under me, and I landed in the worst way possible. The minute I heard the snap when I hit the ground, I knew it was bad. At first the doctor said I would make a full recovery within 2 months but after resting for a while and taking it easy there hadn’t been any signs of improvement. He then told me that sometimes it is very rare to not recover as fast as most other people. I then asked him what are the chances of me making a full rec before the start of the new season? He has no idea what to tell me because he’s never had a patient like me before with this problem. All he tells is that we will just have to take it one day at a time and see what happens. That answer is something that I could not accept. Because this upcoming year is where I could be looked at by future colleges to play soccer on a full scholarship. It’s been a big dream of mine to play soccer in college just like my sister who plays for Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee.
By Joanna Blaze2 years ago in Fiction
My Wish
This is the story of me…how I lived…how I died…how I was saved…and how I was reborn. They say that there is a special kind of love that happens only once in a lifetime. I don’t even know myself how I got so lucky to have found the man of my dreams. Some say its fate and that everyone deserves to find their happy ending-unfortunately for me and my beloved that’s not exactly how it happened, at least not the first time which soon led to a second chance. I thought the first time I lived I had everything I could ever wish for but, little did I know that on the day that I died I made a wish that proved that not only do dreams and wishes come true, but that love is eternal and lasts forever. But let’s start from the top my name is Genevieve Cromwell and this is my story.
By Joanna Blaze2 years ago in Fiction
Italy Meets Germany
In our everyday lives it is crucial that we go out an explore the world because there is so much to world then just staying in one place. I believe everyone should be able to get out and explore it. But it’s not only the new places that people get to explore but it’s the culture itself that makes the destinations so inspiring and rich. Most importantly what helps bring cultures and worlds together is food. The culture of food from around the world plays a big role in how we live our everyday lives. Since the beginning of time the influence of food from around the world has brought people together. Whether it’s a holiday or a family get together, it’s what brings us together as we are all able to sit down with one another and discuss what goes on in our everyday lives.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Feast
The Light meets the Sea!
June 19th, 2221 I have lost track of the days since our world was forever changed by the sea. Some say that this is the second Genesis, others think this happened because the world is always changing, but no this was all humanities doing. The polar ice caps that once kept our planet cool have all melted! Little did I know during that one hot summer life was never going to be same. I still remember the day it happened, while we were all sleeping, we woke to streets flooded with water. My parents thought it was an unexpected rainstorm but as we turned on the news we were shocked to see that Wilmington was gone as it was engulfed by the sea. Soon after that New York City was about 50 feet underwater, that was when the bitter truth came into the light that this was the end. I knew it wouldn’t be long until my hometown Fairhope would soon face the same fate. I wasn’t the only one thinking that as well, my parents were too. There was so much stress and anxiety racing through my mind I was wondering how are we all going to continue to live. My father could not stop pacing back and forth as the clock was ticking and by the time he came up with a solution I was afraid we would already drown by then. But it was obvious what we would do…we need a boat. I know what he was thinking if we are going to survive we have no choice but to steal a boat. At this point it was every man for itself and it was live or die at this point. My father made the choice and even though my mother was hesitant at first she knew there was no other option.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Fiction
The Story
I believe everyone on this earth deserves to have a voice, and that voice doesn’t just come from talking, a voice can also be read. Whether it can be read visually like through art with expression and creativity or even through dance with movement and emotion. It’s not just the sounds or words we say that lets us speak freely but, its how we let out our thoughts and feelings to the world. That’s when we struggle to find that inner voice that just wants to be heard. This is where that old saying “that actions speak louder than words” comes to life and that it is true. This was how I found my inner voice and I wanted to take action to show the people around me that I do have a voice and that was through my creative writing. There was once a time where I felt like I did not have a voice and it took a long journey for me to get to where I am to the point where I can now speak freely with no fear of any judgement.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Motivation
The Phantom Killer
All my life I have always wondered is there such thing as the boogeyman but, during the spring and summer of 1946 one little, small town was about t0 know the terrible truth that would haunt them forever. As a monster was on the loose sending panic into the streets of Texarkana, Texas that would soon be known as “The Town That Dreaded Sundown”!
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Criminal
New Challenges and New Ideas
With every image that is captured it always leaves a lasting mark that people can hold onto for generations to come. Over the course of time, we have seen countless photographs and paintings that have always been redesigned and tweaked. In which it inspires artists to almost redesign it from their perspective and almost highlight it to entice viewers back to want to pay homage to the original pieces that we all know and love. Which transforms the art and photographs into something that is new, fun, and exciting. It is this sense of creativity and imagination that inspires me to do this with other peoples’ photographs and my own. I get a chance to see how they look from my perspective, and I get to express myself more by adding my own personal flare.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Photography
New Ideas and New Challenges
With every image that is captured it always leaves a lasting mark that people can hold onto for generations to come. Over the course of time, we have seen countless photographs and paintings that have always been redesigned and tweaked. In which it inspires artists to almost redesign it from their perspective and almost highlight it to entice viewers back to want to pay homage to the original pieces that we all know and love. Which transforms the art and photographs into something that is new, fun, and exciting. It is this sense of creativity and imagination that inspires me to do this with other peoples’ photographs and my own. I get a chance to see how they look from my perspective, and I get to express myself more by adding my own personal flare.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Photography
They Lurk Beneath!
Out in the swamp lands of Louisiana there is so much hidden beauty that is just waiting to be discovered. Whether it’s the breathtaking giant magnolias that stretch far throughout the land to the sandy barrier islands or the dense eerie bayou you will always find something new that is just waiting to be discovered. It is truly an incredible place that you just have to see to believe. Everyday there is always something different to do and each day is a new adventure that makes this place is a true outdoorsman’s paradise. For me I found the beauty in the bayou through the dense cypress trees in the murky waters lies one of earths fiercest creatures…alligators. These creatures may be deadly with their sharp teeth and claws but after observing these animals from a distance they are truly an incredible animal that is misunderstood that needs to be respected. I was able to capture the definition and beauty of these animals that are almost prehistoric through my camera lens as I drove deep into the swamp to find these creatures.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Earth
The Swamp
I wake up and there are times where I always keep telling myself that its just a dream, but there are some that believe that dreams can be visions of the past, present, and future. Then there are some that believe they can be an open door for communication for both the living and the dead. Since the death of Max, I have been having the same dream every night I close my eyes and it’s almost like I can’t wake up and I feel frozen. I’m in the swamps of Louisiana and its eerily foggy its so thick I can’t see how far out the swamp goes. As I’m walking through the bog, I get a deep urgent sense to find something and then I see him. . . “MAX”! I run to him and his back is turned away from me and just as I approach him and I reach to grab him then I wake up. Then reality hits me and I feel the sharpest pain in my chest that my own heart is breaking to the point it feels like stepping on a frozen pond, the ice is cracking and you just fall right through into the unrelenting, freezing water. I never thought that something like this can happen to me, one second my best friend is here and the next minute he’s gone. For the last 2 weeks I have been struggling to face the fact that I will never see him again. Then one day I get the call from a mysterious man named Mr. Jackson and he asks me to come to Oil City, Louisiana saying that they might have found something that has to do with the drowning of Max and proceeds to tell me I should be expecting to receive the funds in my bank account within the next couple of hours that should help cover my travel expenses. He also tells me I would receive double that after my stay was done for my troubles. It actually was less than an hour after I got off the phone with him and it’s so strange just out of the blue there it is $20,000 in my bank account just to come to Oil City to find out what happened to Max. My first thought was why give me a large amount of money just to come solve Max’s death. As I’m driving, I have an overwhelming feeling of dread and my thoughts are racing and I’m wondering did Max do something to get himself into trouble or did he know something that this Mr. Jackson wants. Making the long journey from Clearwater, Florida has definitely taken its toll because I’m to the point where I could easily fall asleep at the wheel, but I got to keep going. I finally see the sign for Oil City, and I take a quick glance to look at the swamp and I can’t help but feel like I’ve been here. Then I turn back to watch the road and then I see him, Max in the middle of the road. I frantically throw my foot on the brakes and immediately stop, by the time I get out of the car he’s gone. I get back into the car and head off to finally meet this Mr. Jackson and for him to tell me what he knows about Max. He insists that we’d meet at the edge of the swamp. As I’m approaching him, he is not what I was expecting he reminded me of one of those brash fraternity boys. I am both uneasy and anxious at the same time because anything that can help bring me closure and peace with Max’s death will give me the courage to keep moving forward.
By Joanna Blaze3 years ago in Humans