Pamela Johnson
Bio
I am an amateur writer who loves expressing myself creatively through words when something brings inspiration to me. I love to read and explore all the creative arts. I enjoy hearing the expressions of others.
Stories (20/0)
A Letter To A Mother
Dear Mary, You were barely beyond childhood when you were chosen to be a prominent character in eternity. There was I, at thirty five, following a fork that led me down the road of maternity. You were young and I was old. We were each faced with a glimpse of the unknown. You were trusting and I was weak. Your partner in life was humble and meek. Mine was of another type, all about self and what he wanted to seek.
By Pamela Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
Full Moon Transformation
I huddled on the straw in the cold barn in fetal position. It was the full moon, the time of transformation. My greed and desire for love had created my own awkward and somewhat painful metamorphosis. Love gone wrong had become a self inflicted curse. The nature and power of my own forces betraying me, had drawn me into the darkness of this once a month spell. I would lie upon the golden palette in my infant like state. I watched my fingers turn into talons. The hair on my skin altered into soft plush down. Feathers evolved where there had once been appendages. My eyes would dilate and my neck vertebrae loosen to facilitate the new nearly 360 degree rotation. My voice was lost except for the who, whooing of its new short and deepened tone. I flew up to the rafters where there was an opening and I could begin my quest for food. The changing of my body from human form to animal had made me ravenous. I would remain in this state until the next full moon when I again would articulate a change back into my being as a human. Human, they say, as if it is some great thing! I was a more gentle, kinder creature as a barn owl than I was as the human body I inhabited on a part time basis.
By Pamela Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
How Skating Led Me To Louie
I was living in California, yes very sunny California, the place where it never rains. I was young and full of energy so you would think I would want to try my hand at some outdoor sport such as surfing. No, can't do that, too afraid of sharks, although they truly fascinate me. I try to learn more about sharks all the time. Maybe, they aren't really the creatures of the deep that strike fear into the heart of mankind at the mere mention of their species. That fear, however, would eliminate any ocean water sport since I was afraid to put my big toe into the water. No, instead I decided of all things to learn how to do something that I had never been very good at as a little girl. I thought I would follow in my little sister Gail's footsteps and learn how to do Ice Skating!
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Earth
The Darkness In The Water
My aunt had been missing for five months now. It was 1882, a proper lady was never without an escort. My aunt certainly was what one considered a proper lady, a perfect example of propriety. Henrietta knew etiquette forward, backward, and upside down. Her existence was governed by these laws of society. How was it that she had disappeared without a trace nearly half a year ago?
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Sublime Tree
When I think of a Pear Tree the first thing that enters my mind is the passage from the song The Twelve Days of Christmas. "The First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a Pear Tree." I see a partridge sitting on the top of a Pear Tree as if it were its crowning glory. Some believe that the Pear Tree is connected to teachings in Christianity as well as other religions. Many believe this tree represents comfort and peace. The pear is symbolized through art in the shape and forms in which artists represent women and beauty. This is most evident in the Baroque and Renaissance periods.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Motivation
Frozen Dreams
Gay-Lynn glided swiftly around the edge of the frozen pond. She had always wanted to skate and this rough surface was her learning ground. Initially, she had joined her friends, watching and learning as she observed the side to side motion of their blades circumventing the outer edge of the pond.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Glow
I peeked into the window as I neared the house. The room was a-wash with green, imitating the green light of the "Go" signal in the traffic light on the corner. It was Friday night, the girls night out, after working all week in the factory. We made a decent working class wage of about five cents for every dial we painted using the lip, dip, paint approach. I was slower because I didn't like the taste, so just dipped and painted instead. I was occasionally reprimanded for slowness and inaccuracy since my method was not as precise in comparison to the girls whom followed the lip, dip, paint technique.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Promise of Marigolds
The darkness in her spirit had been overwhelming since she had lost Joseph. She had loved him from the moment she had first caught sight of him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Her love of him was deeply embedded in her heart, cemented in like concrete. Kathleen longed for the closeness of him. She wanted to breathe in the aroma of him just as she had when he had embraced her. Each time he had held her she wished she could be padlocked inside of his arms forever. He had never verbally expressed his love for her, but she saw his eyes sparkle at every glance directed towards her. His eyes merged into her own upon contact. Now, he was gone. She would never know if what she had perceived in his eyes matched what was in his soul. She had lost him to another woman. He had not been faithful. He was marrying another and this woman was pregnant with his child. Kathleen's heart was shattered into a million pieces. Her spirit was broken. She could not understand his unfaithfulness. They had been together for over a year. Joseph had never given her any explanation. She had been left with no closure or understanding of what went wrong. It was like someone had died that you had unresolved issues with making it difficult to lay them to rest. Kathleen felt this way in regard to Joseph. Everything was left incomplete.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden In The Closet
It was a hot summer! I had traveled from California to Oklahoma to give my sister Lynn a break. She was a full time care giver for our elderly mother. Lynn picked me up from the airport and we began our two hour road trip to the small town in Northern Oklahoma were she lived with my Mom. My Mom had stayed home with our friend Shirley, who was keeping a watchful eye on Mom in Lynn's short absence. My mother could no longer deal with heat and was on oxygen 24/7. We chatted about our respective residences and joked as we usually did. We were thirsty so we pulled into a road side market for a bathroom break and drinks. When we re-entered the vehicle Lynn's expression had changed. She looked troubled.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
