Discovering my creative voice in the words that find their way onto the page. Originally started writing the first time in 2015 while attending therapy to finally work on the trauma that was my life. On the page my thoughts are free.
Invisible and Nameless
Invisible and Nameless The belief in something beyond life itself had always been on the edge of Claire’s conscience for as long as she could remember. As a young child the fascination with the unknown translated into the books she read and made her an outsider to her classmates who called her “weird” or “strange.”
I love my job because...
The day to day is never the same and you never know what to expect. When I was younger, I wanted to grow up and be a pilot. A fighter jet pilot to be exact. I was enamored with all things Star Wars and believed that being a pilot was the closest thing to that dream of flying up to the stars. Unfortunately, vertigo and bad eyesight was a major eliminating factor. I still love flying for travel when I get the chance.
It was a bitter cold; he could feel it in his bones. Akona disliked waking up so early, the sun was not even up yet. It was his turn to gather wood for the house. It had snowed heavily the night before so the trek through the woods was going to be long. It was only the first weeks into winter. Oklahoma winters could be unpredictable.