NoShameIn / Tee Mee
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https://www.amazon.com/author/teemee
Barnes&Nobles: Tee Mee
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https://www.wattpad.com/user/NoShameIn
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Stories (21/0)
Cheesecake
Much like an average American, I began writing as a child. As it being part of the curriculum, I never took pleasure in it. An assignment here and ‘name and date’ everywhere. I only wrote what was required to me. That’s what writing was, a requirement. I also suffer from dyslexia so writing for me often ended with me arguing with the teacher that my brain doesn’t see letters and words the way they were describing. Punctuation and spelling are still things I struggle with. As I grew older, assignments got tougher and the word count got larger. In my early teen years, I was instructed to do something else, see a counselor. This counselor had new directive for me when it pertained to writing, journaling or writing in a diary. They wanted me to document my feelings and emotions. To record my day to day. This made writing tedious. So, now I’m writing for school and for a counselor which made me despise writing even more. And I’m talking writing, pen or pencil to paper. Not typing on a piece of technology. Hand hurting, a thump on my middle finger forming and the stain of ink on my hand where it rested on the paper. Having to start over if a mistake was made when writing with pen or how terrible the paper would look after all the eraser marks were added. The hard work of the first written draft being dismissed due to all of the mistakes and the second draft causing anxiety because if a mistake was made, we would have to start all over. All of it… annoying!
By NoShameIn / Tee Mee8 months ago in Writers
Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Looking back, I should’ve recognized something was amiss. Most things felt as if they weren’t as they appeared. The reflection looked as I did. The facial expressions mimicked my own. Her face was nearly identical. Her gaze was not as it was prior to that day. Her gaze now questioned me, challenged me and mocked me. The person in the mirror winked at me as I backed away from their stare. I questioned them with my brows and a devious smirk is what was returned. I felt the low bass of a chuckle. I sensed a malevolent energy pulsating towards me.
By NoShameIn / Tee Meeabout a year ago in Horror
Midnight Dance
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I stare at the wonder that it is. Never wavering on their promise to a appear, the sky’s consistency creates a calm in the middle of my storm. Allowing me to clear my mind and let go of the stresses of the day. The midnight hour is something I wait upon. Each night offers a different combination of the color purple in the clouds and tone of the blushing sky. Neither dance being more beautiful than the nights prior.
By NoShameIn / Tee Meeabout a year ago in Fiction
Clouds of Purple
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The stars would take turns kissing the earth. Resting upon the ground and soaring back into space; effortlessly and gracefully. The songs of the wind carried on as if their importance needed to be heard far and wide. What a blessing to feel the colors dressing one’s aura. The kiss of the cool breeze excites inner peace. Each night seemingly brighter than the day before. To have danced amongst the universe is a wonder.
By NoShameIn / Tee Meeabout a year ago in Earth
The Lake That Never Weeps
“I’m truly sorry Audun. We’ve tried everything. It’s been 8 years since we began the process.” Dr. Covidae hands me a card, “I‘ve written down a support group for you to attend. You’ll need people who have been through this.” She gives me a solemn look and leaves me to my sorrows.
By NoShameIn / Tee Mee2 years ago in Fiction
The Broken Mind of a Harp
I have been waiting for this night for months now, my entire life really. I have been practicing and rehearsing relentlessly. My fingers are callused and tired. Nothing will stop me from giving my best. Giving my all. Not even the traces of blood that peak through the band-aid on my right middle finger. I will be known as one of the best harpists to have ever played, no matter the sacrifices.
By NoShameIn / Tee Mee3 years ago in Beat
War Against Dandelions
Much like many domesticated animals, outside is a wonderland. Especially for the doggies! The backyard being their personal playground. The happy dance you receive when you grab the leash is almost always accompanied by a song of excitement. Walks are heaven and car rides are a roller-coaster on the way to their amusement park.
By NoShameIn / Tee Mee3 years ago in Petlife
The Grip of a Corset
I swear that I should have been born in an era where wearing a corset was the standard. I mean, outside of the disease, lice or the fact that there was no running water or modern toilets for most of those eras, the corset is extremely appealing to me. I am a fool for the historical theme shows like The Tutors and Reign. I also love flicks from time periods that have the corset style costumes like Game of Thrones and Bridgerton. The way Angelina Jolie looked in the movie Original Sin… absolutely loved her dresses!
By NoShameIn / Tee Mee3 years ago in Styled