a bit of my own writing

Warning: Violence, Murder, Blood Draining! Redemption 1 He walked down wind-whipped streets, where bits of garbage whirled through the air and were dispersed in darkened alleys. He followed the scent that

Poetry Excerpt (You're Worth Remembering) Let me share an excerpt of one of my poems I wrote around 4 years ago. #poetry #poem #excerpt #microblog #dbuzz #tegoshei

I observed the towering waves of my depressive feelings like those tsunamis in natural disaster documentaries — I was no longer that hapless beachgoer about to be completely engulfed in those waves. #pob

“There were no incisions on my daughter’s body, no lacerations, no scar, not one single lash mark from a previous life. Still they named her Rotimi, a name that implied she was an Abiku child who had come

Hello everyone, here is another excerpt from my book ‘the philosophers scribe’. I hope you enjoy it! ‘We are going to go on an intellectual and imaginative journey together. The point being to help you

Hey everyone, I am currently in process of writing a new book, and wish to share parts of it as it’s being written in effort to remain active and continue to bring quality content here on steemit, without

Then the light comes. How, no man knows; when, no man knows; why, no man knows. We do know, however, that effort is rewarded with accomplishment. That which we earnestly desire and honestly strive after

-- This is an excerpt from my NaNo novel, using the word prompt 'irritation' and the picture down below, both of which just happened to be a part of this piece. -- As her husband, Mike McAffey bet on red-22

Stranger in a Strange Land “I could see the buildings lined up and down the street in front of me against the backdrop of a greyish sky. To my right was a huge plate-glass window covered with hand drawn

Returning Home My Journey of a Lifetime Amanda McLeod The true story of a bizarre and unexpected journey back to my homeland. In loving memory of my dear mother, Heather. EXCERPT from the book - Prologue

Sully's, on South Prospect, was the quintessential biker-bar, complete with hefty, leather-clad Harley worshippers, and stringy-haired heroin-addicted women who made the rounds among the bikers. Its décor

1、是谁拍了垃圾桶？ 忽如一夜朝鲜来 也许当一个事物无法改变的时候，我们就会转而让自己认为它是天经地义的，面对一个既不认可又无法改变的东西是痛苦的，而承认它的合理性则会让人觉得舒服。 中国共产党没有毛笔 习得性无助 2、财务自由是个大骗局 对有产者来说，把钱捂起来，就是自取灭亡；靠工作所得，又是杯水车薪；把钱投出去，更是任人宰割。 忧道不忧贫又容易陷入地命海心

So, we paid a little money to promote The No-Campfire Girls on the Fussy Librarian newsletter, which resulted in a few sales. Then I doubled down by letting social media have it with both barrels. I sent

Today's post is an excerpt from my writing notebook - a glimpse into a city where aliens are commonplace. You don't walk around this city calling out "Aliens!". First, its just rude, second,

I'm a punching bag. I'm a punching bag on whom people can punch and remove their anger. They think that I'm emotionless. That maybe I don't have feelings. Or that I am so hard that I would resist the feeling.