Tina Miller
Bio
I have always written. Since I can remember I have kept a diary. Now I just want to show my work.
Stories (35/0)
The Satchel
Last thing I remember was falling asleep peacefully in my own bed. Suddenly I feel the air around me change from the scent of a nice warm night air, fresh from a nice day’s rain. Peepers and frogs are the sounds that surround the night air. The noises turning slowly within my mind to a sort of screeching sound that you get from metal scraping against metal. The air is turning into the strong lingering smell of cigarettes and an odor I cannot place. It’s almost a wood fire smokey smell. Someone is burning wood somewhere. But it’s warm out. Why would someone be burning wood in the middle of the summer?
By Tina Miller2 years ago in Fiction
Who are we really?
What makes us to be the person we become? Is it our past? Or could it be the way the environment effects us. It could even be how we see ourselves. In any which way, it effects who we are as a person. How we associate with events in our lives. How we view ourselves and what we expect from ourselves.
By Tina Miller2 years ago in Motivation
Living with Schizophrenia
Thanks A lot I wished I had never seen the message. I’ve had this nagging feeling these past few days that has been telling me that something just wasn’t right. Then this morning as I get on my face book account to just scan to see what has happened since my last visit early last night. And there it was....the words in my messages that my daughters’ father is dying.
By Tina Miller2 years ago in Psyche
Thanks a lot
Thanks A lot I wished I had never seen the message. I had a funny feeling these past few days that was telling me that something just wasn’t right. Then this morning as I get on my facebook account to just scan to see what has happened since my last visit early last night. And there it was....the words in my messages that my daughter’s father is dying.
By Tina Miller2 years ago in Confessions
Blood
I tried to get my mother to listen, but she never listened to me. I could tell her that I was dying and she would only look at me and say OK honey now get out of my way and go play. She never listened to me. I didn’t know what else to do but to find somebody who would listen to me. I wished that I could count on my mom but as usual she never cared or wanted to listen to me.
By Tina Miller3 years ago in Fiction
What Is Happening To Us
I’m not going to make this a big fancy story or anything like that. I just write to voice myself. That is how I work. If I make mistakes along the way, then I will learn from it. But I just try to get out what is going on inside me and this is how I kind of sort it out. So please if I make mistakes, I apologize. I don’t read my work. Once I get it out, that’s it. I move on. But this challenge really got me to thinking about my passion and do I have a passion. I live a simple life. I am not social at all. I am an introvert. But when it comes to my passion, the first thing that came to my head was, “MY FREEDOM”. That would be the utmost passion I have in my life. Without it, where would we be?
By Tina Miller3 years ago in The Swamp
Lost
I’m not going to make this a big fancy story or anything like that. I just write to voice myself. That is how I work. If I make mistakes along the way, then I will learn from it. But I just try to get out what is going on inside me and this is how I kind of sort it out. So please if I make mistakes, I apologize. I don’t read my work. Once I get it out, that’s it. I move on. But this challenge really got me to thinking about my passion and do I have a passion. I live a simple life. I am not social at all. I am an introvert. But when it comes to my passion, the first thing that came to my head was, “MY FREEDOM”. That would be the utmost passion I have in my life. Without it, where would we be?
By Tina Miller3 years ago in Humans
Visions In Landscaping
I like to work in gardens. I had a beautiful garden at my first home. I love sinking my hands into a nice healthy dirt. Today I am trying to grow another garden. A beautiful garden. I clip off the fresh vegetables with a pair of gardening shears so not to bruise. A garden gives out what you put into it. It’s the hard work and dedication that I enjoy and in the end a very powerful statement to the outside world. Landscaping also is something I enjoy that keeps me enjoying the fullness that the outdoors has to give me around my home.
By Tina Miller3 years ago in Earth
How to find Happiness
It doesn’t take much to make me happy, it never did. It was real rare to feel that sense of happy. I think even when it did come around and it did hit me, I really don’t even think that I knew what it was. Coming from a life where I struggled to find just a little bit of something to help me get through each and every day that I had to live with the family that I was born into. Trying to understand a logic that for some reason, I knew was not right. Try to figure your life out the right way when you are living with the people who think the wrong way is a very hard thing to do.
By Tina Miller3 years ago in Motivation