Lake reflecting flames,
Fire drinking air, flickering
Warming earth and heart
About the Creator
Lisbeth Stewart
Long time writer, recent publisher.
Humanist, budget traveller, #Vanlife, mother, homemaker, quilter, beginning gardener.
Former Social Worker, Teacher, Public Servant, Roustabout and various other adventures.
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The colors she painted with
Eliana's journey began one quiet, snowy evening when she stumbled upon an online community of makeup enthusiasts. This digital haven was a treasure trove of inspiration, where artists from around the world shared their creations, tips, and stories. The camaraderie and creativity she found there sparked a flame of passion in Eliana's heart. She decided to embark on a quest to capture the essence of winter through her makeup artistry, to create looks that mirrored the season's ethereal beauty.
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Two Pink Lines
I had never really felt like a child. I'd always had to raise myself. My mother was just a teenager when she'd had me and consequently, we had spent my whole childhood arguing and fighting like a couple of sisters as opposed to mother and daughter. My father was older than my mother but still had some maturing to do himself. He focused his entire life on me, his little girl but never realized the pressure that put on me. I always felt I had to raise him even as he was trying to raise me. We raised each other. Then, I met him. He cares, he shows me a love like I've never known. For once, it's about me and I don't have to focus on other people's needs and what someone needs from me. Someone always wants something from you. That is what my parents have taught me. Love is selfish but it isn't with him. He is perfect, beautiful, funny, and can take me to places I've only dreamed about. Places outside my mind and my own pathetic life and I know that I will always love him. When we first met, I wanted him to have my children, but now? Right now, with us both still in high school? This is all happening so soon. I slipped into the restroom at work. It had been 6 weeks since my last menstrual and this was not normal. I couldn't wait any longer. I put the top on the test and waited. These 60 seconds felt like forever. What would we do? We were both seniors so we didn't have long to go before school was over but this was not the plan. The plan was for him to join the Army and me the National Guard and for me to get my associate's degree and then we marry, then have kids.
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