Denise Parton
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Denise Parton is one of the purest storytellers of all time, pulling romance, suspense and the supernatural, all in the same piece. Born and raised in Tennessee, Denise's southern style charms all her work.
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The Beauty of You
The Beauty of Just Being You I don’t know how it happened but for some reason all of us have bought into the lie that there is an expiration date on who is able to utilize certain fashion trends and techniques. Like the amusement park ride where we assess our height to see if we are tall enough to ride, in fashion we evaluate our age, to see if we can still participate in the latest fads and styles. Somewhere, someone set a standard that certain clothing styles, hair color and make up applications aren’t for the “older woman.” Cute trendy outfits, vibrant colored hair and smokey eyes need not be worn by those past their forties, unless that is you are a celebrity. I was told once that I dressed too much like a teenager and not a woman of my age. Ouch. I contemplated that statement for a moment and realized that most clothing boutiques did not have an age limit before entering. The tags hanging on the clothing, only gave the maker, price, and size. No matter how long I searched I never saw anything stating, this piece of clothing may only be worn by those ages 14 to 30. I went by the adage, “If the shoe fits' ' and if the cute little crop top fit, and jeans fit, I wanted to purchase it. However, I feigned a lie at the cashier counter mumbling something about how happy my daughter would be since I bought her some new clothes. I figured if the cashier thought they were for me, she would jerk them out of my hands, void the purchase and point me to the door.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Blush
The Secrets of Moonshine
Chapter One THE ARRIVAL Lightning lit the sky just long enough to transform the bus window into a mirror, allowing Bronwyn a muted glimpse at her reflection. Disgusted, she turned away, refusing to look at the scowl carved into her face. She sighed, taking her frustration out on her pillow, punching it several times, before trying to move into a more relaxed position.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
Millstone
“Today’s teacher appreciation day and I don’t have anything for Mrs. Prather” Della told me while she buckled in. “Seriously?” I sighed as I pulled out of the garage. Another mom duty totally neglected and put off on me. “Well maybe you can take your gift tomorrow.” I forced a cheery smile as I tried a little convincing of my own. “That way she’ll get presents two days instead of one.”
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
Millstone
Two It was Della’s wild curls that tickled my nose and woke me. I sat up fast, pushing my own wild mane out of my eyes. “Damn it,” I breathed, forgetting Della was in earshot. I had slept through my alarm which meant no time to study, which meant there was no way I was going to pass the damn economics test. If my GPA isn’t what my parents expect, it means I will not be able to attend the school of their choice. This is the time of year I have dreaded since I was a freshman. Applying for schools. I don’t want to go to college. What I want to do with my life doesn’t require attending a university, but not continuing my education is out of the question where my family is concerned. Not only are they adamant I go to college, but I am obligated to study medicine to have a career in the family business as a guarantee that our empire will continue. I could care less. I have no interest in it. In fact, I find it rather offensive. Aside from all of that, I need to pass economics first and there is no way I am ready for this test. My only comfort is my first period is study hall so I should get some review time in there. Until two months ago, Mitch helped me with economics and our study time was a homework session I looked forward to. Now that he is with Jennie Hayes, I am on my own and my grade in that class has dropped considerably.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
The Tower of Fear
One The Tower of Fear. Prince Charming rescues the princess and they all live happily ever after. We all look for our soul mate so we too can have our own happy ending. We hope for the one person who will ride in on the white horse, slay the dragon for us, destroy our problems and carry us away to bliss?
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Humans
Love is the New Pink
Part One Everyone wants to be loved. From the moment we are cognizant of our world we begin our lifelong search for affection. We long for playmates, best friends and someday a life partner. We are born with a giant-sized void needing to be filled. We long for a strong arm of comfort, a lap to rest in and a shoulder to cry on. We look to friend groups to create a fun and warm environment where we feel accepted and important. We are the lost puzzle piece looking for a place to fit and the security of belonging. It’s blissful being a part of the whole picture. The feeling of being needed and wanted warms our spirit.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Humans
Millstone
One, Millstone The summoning hitch-hiked on the night wind as it had done so many evenings past. The breeze moved the curtains ever so slightly, billowing them upward as the message sailed past the open doors of the balcony. The gentle intruder swirled through the room, flipped through the pages of my journal and read the entries in record speed before crawling across the bed and waking me with soft kisses. I breathed in deeply, taking in an enchanting breath of the night jasmine blooming beneath the terrace. The fragrance was stimulating, rousing me from slumber. I rolled over and opened my eyes. The white glow of moonlight lit the wall like a spotlight, showcasing the shadow of the juniper tree as it danced to the tune of my wind chimes. The branches moved back and forth, like bony fingers scratching out a cryptic message. I pulled my blanket higher, bristling at an unseen presence in the room. “It’s just the wind picking up.” I comforted myself. Probably a thunderstorm brewing. It would be good sleeping weather. I flipped my pillow, and rolled over, giving the performance my back. The hollow song of the windchimes was hypnotizing, serenading me back to sleep, when the call whispered in my ear, waking me and prompting me to sit up fast this time. “Gunner, are you in here?”
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
Facing the Bear
One thing we all love about Prince charming is that he slays the dragon. We breathe a collective sigh of relief when he rides in on the horse and wields his sword. We hold our breath in anticipation but deep inside we know he is going to complete his rescue mission with flying colors. It’s why we cheer when he shows up. Protection has arrived. We feel safe and know happily ever after is only moments away. Why? Prince Charming is symbolic of love. Love sleighs the dragons and therefore it removes fear. When there are no snorting, sniveling, beasts blowing their fiery, toxic waste our way we feel safe and secure and are set free to live our best life.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Journal
The Carwash Effect
The Carwash effect 😊 Come out better than when you went in. At lunch one afternoon an incredibly wise man gave the person sitting next to me this piece of advice. “It doesn’t matter where you start, it matters where you end up.” The reason he was giving this guidance was because he was offering the person a position in his company. The person being offered the job felt it was beneath him and all his years of experience. He kept saying that he didn’t want to take a step backwards, that he was far too experienced, and was used to being the lead and not an assistant. Still the wise man kept reiterating the same advice. “It doesn’t matter where you start, what matters is where you end.” The man refused the position and took another job that paid much less but where he was top dog. Less than a month later he heard the news that the lead man at the other company had stepped down and his assistant was now taking his position. The man was distraught, seeing that the job paid twice as much as the one he accepted. I reminded him of the man’s words which were a hint at what was coming. “It doesn’t matter where you start, it’s where you end up.” You see the wise man knew the lead would be resigning but wasn’t at liberty to release that information yet. He was offering the assistant position knowing it wouldn’t be long until a promotion would take place. The man not willing to accept a lesser place missed out on the best.
By Denise Parton5 years ago in Motivation
How Old Will You Be?
What is it you are wanting to do? What calling on your life are you ignoring? What excuses are you making as to why you haven’t started writing that book? Why haven’t you sent out your resume or started that business you’ve been dreaming about? Why didn’t you enroll in classes and go back to school?
By Denise Parton5 years ago in Motivation
Don't Miss Your Shot
Don’t take your eyes off the dream. During one of our mountain trips, while my daughter Journey was fishing, we spotted a bald eagle perched on a tree branch on the other side of the pond. It was too far of a distance to take a good picture, so I decided to take the walk to the other side to get closer. I kept my eye on the eagle as I rounded the pond and hoped it wouldn’t fly away before I got there. Once I neared the spot, I looked down for a few seconds just to make sure there were no snakes in the high grass surrounding the tree. When I looked back up, the eagle was gone. Disappointed, I turned to walk away. Journey yelled, from across the pond, “take the picture.” I yelled back, “it’s gone." Still, she kept pointing and saying that it was there. I knew she was wrong. I was standing right next to the tree and the branch was empty. Besides, a big bald eagle is not something you miss. I turned to walk away and she yelled even louder and kept pointing. I was sure she was seeing a leaf formation or something, because the eagle wasn’t there. Then I heard a loud noise and the eagle swooped down and flew off. It had been there all along.
By Denise Parton5 years ago in Motivation
