I live my life through the eyes of strangers. Seeing what they see is what feeds my need to share with the world around me. My dreams are theirs, but they don’t know that I have stolen them off the tips of their tongues. Seal your eyes shut, or I will sneak in and steal all of your tomorrows. Sleep is a powerful drug.
I am challenging myself to make November my month for a novella. Each day I will write 1500 words on a continuing story and at the end of November I should have 46500 words ready to publish. I’m not sure just yet what this will be about, but I need to complete something I started. I have felt rather down lately. This pandemic, the state of America, and the way this world is crumbling. The days feel so dark. So, to make this month brighter, this is my challenge to myself.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou
Part 1 https://confessionsofpassion.com/2020/10/20/escaping-through-the-eyes-of-a-stranger/
What a time in life. A pandemic springs up, and the world is shutdown. Working from home should be easy, but for Nicole, it was that thing in the corner of the living room that distracted her. That telescope was a bad investment for someone with ADHD. After watching the show the night before, she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened afterward. Did his wife come home and find the sheets stained with cum? Or the scent of another woman on her husband? Or was she so oblivious to his cheating that she laid in the stain and her skin covered in adultery? Did she wake up and realize that her husband cheated, or did she even care?
Continue reading “2 – Escaping through the eyes of a stranger”
I am looking for people with amazon unlimited to review my newly released book. I will of course return the favor.
Continue reading “Book Reviewers Needed”
Do witches exist? Some say yes, and others are too scared to admit that they know the truth. Yes, they do exist, but not in the way most people think. They don’t ride brooms and steal children out of their homes. This little story will take you back to the days when they burned anyone for being different. I don’t condone this, but I understand what mass hysteria can do after living through this pandemic.
Continue reading “They still burn witches, don’t they?”
The first of a short story series. A view from apartment 612 as told by the inhabitant.
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Is anyone ever prepared for the first time someone calls them a filthy name?
Continue reading “Why do we fear the word cunt?”