(This is the prequel to my other work, Diana:Daughter of Darkness it's about Diana's mother) Tonight I met him, the answer to my prayers and yet, also the benign of my existence. Tonight, at the dance,

Hey guys!! So if you were with us yesterday, you know we went over the symbol of the Eye in Egyptian Mythology and religion. In explaining the eye there were a lot of stories that i kinda had to pass over.

The eye was used in many of the stories I encountered when I was researching Egyptian mythology. So, I figured that a lot of you guys would benefit greatly from a segment over it.  There's not tons

Sorry guys!! Today we welcomed my wonderful nephew into the world. So we will continue our series tomorrow. Thanks for your patience!!!

First of all, I would like to apologize for posting this so late in the day. I had some unexpected things to do today but I am determined to get this series done and posted. Even if that means staying

You told me to me to write us a story. But personally, That's too mainstream. And darling, We are anything but mainstream You loved me, Before you even knew me. No one has done  that before. Not for

Hey Guys!!! I plan on writing a book having to do with Egyptian history, religion and culture. It will be fiction and it will be a romance/ action and adventure. But I thought that I would share some things

What is love? It is my favorite book, When you hate to read.

I grew up in the church my entire life but after my friend, Simon Saw, died on July 4, 2016, I walked away from church and everything it stood for. Simon and I were friends since third grade and we spent

Ordinary people, With extraordinary lives. They love,  Without expecting anything in return.  They wish, Upon a distant star that burns. With a cruel fire, No answer returns. Still they hope,

Written by Sara A. Dominguez (Me) The sky is full of stars tonight. They remind me of you. Of course,  they couldn't shine As bright as you did. But the inky black sky Is full of your short hair.

Written by Sarah A. Bourgeois Fireworks. I used to love watching them light up the sky. Now, they are just a reminder Of the day you died. When someone talks about their plans, Why does it hurt so much?

You say that beauty Isn't me.. And that I could only measure up To the word freak. But what you don't know Is that isn't me. You don't know the words you spill Are like oil in water. They infect And kill

This myth originated from African mythology, notably the Hausa people of Nigeria.  The soul Eater is the classical form of a cannibalistic myth.  Some traditional religions, from that of the

She was fierce, her demeanor told me as much. It was in the way her violet gaze met mine. The way she always seemed to be correct, and she knew it. Her long blonde hair swept past her shoulders in straight

Do you remember what it felt like? When you were with me?  The rush of the wind beneath our bare feet,  As we rushed through forbidden lands? Tell me how you loved me one more time. Because

One night, One heart. One life, Under the stars. I thought that you and I, Would be able to stand, The test of time. But baby, You proved me wrong. I loved you, But you left me. I cried, While you

Green grass, Days of long laughs. Spin the bottle on asphalt, The flower on the fallen tree, The love you proclaimed,  That I failed to see.  The tall tales,  The nights under the stars.

I can feel it bubbling up inside of me like a demon just waiting to rise from it's host's corrupted body. My breath came in short gasps, breathing in the overwhelming scent of hot dogs mixed with gasoline

I close my eyes. I can hear her glass slippers clicking on the cobble stoned street. Her heart beats rapidly and blood flows violently through her veins. I catch the scent of her perfume, like wild roses