A dyslexic dreamer who once thought reading and writing were beyond reach. Yet here I am, an artist, wordsmith, and illustrator—ready to weave stories and poems from my artwork.
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The red velvet curtain lowered on the stage with the finality of a casket lowered into the ground. It had been a long seven months performing at the well-known playhouse in Venice, Italy. Greta thought as she walked to her dressing room. She had been last to leave the cast party. Had promised to close up the little playhouse on the deserted street in Venice.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
My cold wooden fingers Seek warmth from the mug From which steam is rising and lingers Strong urge to wrap my hands around to give it a hug.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
I sit here at my chair, Holding a pen with such care, Searching for language with a flair, Yet my words are caught in a snare.
Angry gaze at me A story of frustration Forgive my actions Author's Photo Majestic and proud Robins wait with the berries
When my eyes met yours, A tide wave of love, And happiness by the scores, Warms my beating heart from just your hug. ***********
If only I had known that this would have been our last Thanksgiving dinner. I would have spent more time sitting beside you at the dining room table instead of running back and forth to the kitchen to prepare the turkey, heat the garlicky mashed potatoes, and mouth-watering gravy.
Vexed messages soaring from the sharpest of arrows, Leaving shards of glass in their wake. In your hunter’s aim, steadfast and unmoving.
Morning time is the most favorite time of day for me. It’s the promise of a new day with new opportunities coming on the horizon. I always look forward to my morning routine as it sets me on the right foot for the day. Here are my favorite five activities to help support my physical and mental well-being.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Lifehack
“You’re too stubborn,” Tom said. Isla’s back straightened as much as possible; cold fury went through her now. “Don’t say that to me. Why do you think that I need to be taken care of? I don’t need anyone’s protection and certainly not yours!” said Isla
By Daphsam2 years ago in Chapters
Oh, my clown fish, swim to me, Let my tentacles keep you safe, you will see, When you are out wild, if you feel fear, flee!
Oh, aren’t you the sinful temptation? Three scoops of ice cream in the gleam. One lick of that velvety fudge, a sweet sensation,
Here is chapter 1: The Unwelcome Visitor Here is chapter 2: Shadows of Suspension Here is chapter 3: Confronting the Past on a Lonely Halloween Night
