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A written account of daily musings, poems, short stories, & personal experiences. |
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I have been working on some short stories and poetry. Feel free to peruse what I have and leave criticism or accolades as you wish. Thanks for stopping by. ~~Sherasi |
| I'm working on a series of short stories that I am posting in Parts (1 through 6 at this time) They are turning out better than I expected. I am considering getting them published, if possible. |
| One of our members of Writing.com found a poem similar to my "placid silence". Here is my poem. I wrote about the Atlantic ocean. Placid Silence Along the black sand expanse, the waves lap placidly at my toes. The clouds descend in a thick white fog that hides me from view. The misty droplets begin to condense on my skin, running down in rivulets, soaking my hair and clothing I smell salt in the air, feel the breeze chilling me with my damp clothing, the black crystals crunch under my feet. I feel like I am the only person alive, and that pleases me. Gratitude for the water, sand, and fog fills me and I am at peace. https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2261796-placid-silence) This other author wrote one called "Tranquility: A walk on the beach." They wrote about the Pacific ocean: Here is the poem that that author wrote. Tranquility: A Walk on the Beach I remember a walk on along Pacific Ocean beach on a summer day. I wadded in the surf, listening to the distance echoes of other beach goers. I inhaled the salty perfume of the ocean that filled my soul with tranquility. Interesting, Huh. |
| Are any of you as ready to dig in and get this holiday season over with as I am? The whole season is commercialized and turned into a rat race to obtain the best gifts at the lowest possible price. However, I do enjoy experimenting with creating and consuming food. I am experimenting a bit myself this year. Hershey's Kisses that are now cordial cherry-filled have come out this year and I might try to make a sugar cookie blossom with them. |
| Modern mediocrity oozes in the very bowels of this country's political, moral, social, psychological, spiritual structures. The banality of it all, the food we eat, is neither very good nor very bad. We do not know how food looks when it is fresh or even coming from the farm. Many of us cannot prepare a meal without pre-processed items. Fast food takes bland to a whole new depths. The clothing we wear is cookie-cutter (literally), generic please, in size XXXXL. Little ants moving to and fro working in dead-end jobs, doing dead-end work. We live in boxes with amenities that make us feel like we are getting ahead... internet, phones, gaming consoles, houses that practically clean themselves with the whisk of an electric broom and duster. We do not struggle for anything, we think we do, but the meaning of life escapes us. Even spirituality is watered down. Religious extremes victimize those who have less aggressive stances on spirituality. Those who perceive this dimly, know no way to combat it or alter the path we are taking. Environmentally, we are on a dying planet that doesn't know it is dead yet. I see no way to revise our society. Each country has its own internal conflicts and problems that lead in the same direction. The tiny minority of wealth vs the vast majority of poverty and destitution keeps the world directed toward self-annihilation. |
| Their midnight beauty goes unstated The trouble was what we awaited We realized the mischief they could bring When it arrived it was such a thing A lovely cheesecake I meant to bake in lonely splendor there sat the cake for a moment I did turn away that day my cake became the prey Those beastly dogs, they pulled it down I hadn't realized they were around Unfortunately, I made a mistake for behind my back, they did partake |
| One of the stories on here triggered a funny (NOW) memory, but at the time it wasn't so funny. I think I'll write about the two dogs. |
| Once again, I slept like 3-4 hours and couldn't sleep again. So I got up wrote poetry and short stories started a home-made chicken soup and baked some pastries. |
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