Theresa Evans
Bio
I am a woman on fire for the love of life and being able to reach one life at a time through my words. If I can reach one then I can teach one the art of healing one's self from the inside out all mentaly
Stories (118/0)
My Suspicious Package Wrapped In Brown Paper.
Tazi’s current mindset is helping others and herself, but she stops when she comes across a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Usually, Tazi would keep on walking to wherever destination she was. Still, it was as if something stopped her in her tracks, and she couldn’t see anything or anyone that would make her stop like this except for this suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Tazi picked up the package wrapped in brown paper only to notice that it started to disappear in her hands. She instantly got scared because she didn’t know what was going on and couldn’t figure out what was happening. Tazi decided to keep going to her regular destination and head home.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake Death
Tazi is the kind of young lady that loves food. For as long as she could remember, Tazi would stand by her stepmother on holidays and watch her do magic in the kitchen. Tazi’s stepmother wasn’t the only person she loved to watch cook. Her grandmother was amazing at growing fresh fruits and vegetables. In Tazi’s mind, these two women were her food idols. Tazi’s stepmother showed her how to make and bake her famous chocolate cake death.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Attacks
Meaning if you are not being attacked, then that means you are not being seen. I know that this piece will make some people wonder what in the world this author is talking about? Well, I am going to explain why a hunter can not shoot what he or she cant see.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Lifehack
A Run Down Barn
Today is the day that Tazi will discover something new and something old all at the same time. Tazi was taking a walk in the woods one morning when she came across an old run-down barn. She had no idea what was inside the barn, but she was curious, so she kept walking. When Tazi got closer to the run-down barn, the first thing she noticed was the colors. The colors were all faded and cracked. Tazi saw green, yellow, pink, and purple colors on the barn, which was just outside the barn. On the inside, the colors were red, blue, brown, and gold.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
No one has the Right.
My heart is in my own hands. If I allow others to tell me how I should feel or think about something, I do not worry about what they say too much because it is just their opinion. If you are in my inner circle, I will value what you have to say, and for this reason, I will take the time to listen to you. However, if you are a fair-weather friend, I can dismiss you quickly as I found you. I know that if you are only around me to see what you can take from me, then you will lose me.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Families
Slow Learning
I am slowly learning that even if I react, it won’t change anything; it won’t magically change their minds. Sometimes it’s better just to let things be, let people go, don’t fight for closure, don’t ask for explanations, don’t chase answers, and don’t expect people to understand where you’re coming from. I’m slowly learning that life is better lived when you don’t center it on what’s happening around you and center it on what’s happening inside you instead. Work on ourselves and your inner peace.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Families
My Secret
One day a little girl was on her way to the corner store when she saw something twinkling in the sunlight. She knew that she was told not to cross the street but, she couldn't help herself. When she got the courage to cross over, she bent down and picked up a heart-shaped locket. It had many beautiful jewels inside it, but she placed them in her pocket and continued to get her items from the store for her stepmother.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
My Secret
One day a little girl was on her way to the corner store when she saw something twinkling in the sunlight. She knew that she was told not to cross the street but, she couldn't help herself. When she got the courage to cross over, she bent down and picked up a heart-shaped locket. It had many beautiful jewels inside it, but she placed them in her pocket and continued to get her items from the store for her stepmother.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Strange isn't it?
I was the one that never listens to my own voice. For years I was the one that was stuck on others, not wanting to hear what I had to say. Now that I am a writer/author and publishing my first book, it is liberating. Knowing that my words matter to others and seeing how it has changed more lives than just my own, I have gained my focus and confidence back.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Motivation
Discredit
When you fall out with a person, they’re so quick to discredit you. Now all of a sudden, you envious, hateful, broke, jealous, and basically everything under the sun but when you all were cool they were your biggest fan. The first person they called for help, the person to help them start their business, shoulder to cry on, and the most SOLID on their team!! It really kills people to walk away from relationships, friendships, and situation ships with a little dignity these days. They would rather drag your name through the mud and play victim than to just say we don’t hang out or we not together anymore, but forget to bring up the fact you were the ONLY SOLID ONE IN THEIR CORNER. Making countless sacrifices for them and supporting and believing in them when NOBODY ELSE DID!
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Motivation
Theresa
Theresa is a rare type of woman that will care for you and be there for you through every battle. She is complex but beautiful in every way possible. She has built walls around her, but she is the most loyal friend anyone can ever have once she lets someone in. Smart, loyal, and always truthful; she can be the best thing to happen to you. SO NEVER LOSE HER! Cause if you do, you will spend the rest of your life regretting letting her go.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Humans
Narcissist
The narcissist is the opposite of a warrior. He or she is nothing more than a coward. They are so developmentally arrested; their behavior resembles that of a five-year-old in an adult body. Their tactics are yet more sophisticated over time, but inside it is the same person, terrified of being exposed, rejected, and abandoned. That's why they go on demolishing others to get a momentary high of superiority.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Humans