Cheering Up
The Sea Evoking Joy in Me
Floating the big blue,
Buoying me up chilly peaks
Towards the sun’s warmth.
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Sharole Burch
Hi, my name is Sharole (pronounced Cheryl) and I love to write. This is my passion and I am still learning so much about it. Feedback is so appreciated!
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The Wolf Wasp-inator
Imagine, if you will, a slender, blonde wolf with short hair, a classic thick bushy tail, a long, dark muzzle on a distinctly wolfish face, and inquisitive but innately intelligent brown eyes. That was my Angel. Her name was apt not only for her good looks, but for a loyalty to her family that was legendary. Angel was wild like the country in which she was raised; we called it Big Sky Country, otherwise known as Montana. She decided to explore that big country several times and could be gone for several days at a time. However, if there was something that I could always count on, like the return of the long, cold winters high up in the Montana mountains, it was that Angel would always find her way back to us. I will always believe it was because of how she felt about us, her human pack.
By Sharole Burch2 years ago in Petlife
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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