Melissa Eaves
Bio
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
Stories (71/0)
Five Key Components for Successful Weight Loss
I once weighed over 300 lbs. I wore a size 18. Umm, actually it was a 24(24 blush,eye blink and roll). I remain in a size 10/12 now, and that is only because of my gigundo hips. Sometimes I will sneak a 6 or 8 by pulling it to my rib cage. I keep a pretty steady weight of 185, which for my bone structure is really small. It looks like 150, for a normal woman. At 150, I lool like a concentration camp survivor. So, I am happy with me, although the weight on the scales, tells me not to be.
By Melissa Eaves5 days ago in Motivation
Transformative
The night was silent, dark, and cold. The spartan furnishings were threadbare but clean. Immaculate in calculative glances the furtive mouse found no crumbs. The woman slept on the bed in peace with a mind that worked hard to catalogue nightmares into dreams that were more li,ke survivable.
By Melissa Eaves3 months ago in Motivation
Things Which One Does Not See
Self loathing centers in a weird sick unphysical feeling in the pit of my stomach. That’s what I recognize as self-loathing anyway. Its like my mind won’t allow it, the conscious recognition of self- disgust or hatred but forces me to acknowledge that I’m struggling with it. It names itself from the strange tightness, not quite but worse than nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.
By Melissa Eaves4 months ago in Psyche
Zone 3
Nobody can hear a scream from the deep vacuum of space, or so they say. Zone 3 Installment One His skin had a deep red undertone seen in certain lights and as he moved in subterranean worlds and across the uncertain grounds of unknown and hostile planets, he was like a tank with human origins.
By Melissa Eaves7 months ago in Fiction
Zone 3
Nobody can hear a scream from the deep vacuum of outer space, or so they say. His skin had a deep red undertone seen in certain lights and as he moved in subterranean worlds and across the uncertain grounds of unknown and hostile planets, he was like a tank with human origins.
By Melissa Eaves8 months ago in Fiction
