Denise Willis
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I love art as much as writing, and when the world feels dark, I get out my paper and colored pencils and draw while listening to music. When my husband and I were going through a divorce, journaling is what got me through that..
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I Thought He Would Kill Us
I was only 12 when he broke into the room and began slapping my sisters face, blood soaking his hands and forearms where he had cut himself. He reeked of liquor and had a wild look in his eyes. I sat up in bed and begged him not to hurt us, and just as I did, he noticed my mother who had just come out of the bathroom. Let's dance mama, he said as he grabbed her and began twirling her around with his bloody hands. She somehow managed to get away from him and motioned for us to come over by her. We hurried and the three of us ran into the bathroom and locked the door, and then began screaming for all we were worth. There had been a large knife on the table and our biggest fear was that he would find it and break down the door.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Criminal
Age Is Just a Number
I knew him from the time he was 12, because he was my oldest son's best friend and always at my house. He had green eyes and thick brown hair, and always had a positive attitude and was ready for anything. But, now that we are both adults, and there is 18 years difference in our ages, people don't think we should be together.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Confessions
The Whole World is Watching
Freedom. What a taken for granted word. Freedom isn't missed until it is taken away. Freedom means being able to make your own choices in life, to come and go as you please, say what you like, and to raise your family and be with your partner in peace. The Ukrainian people are now in a position of having no freedom whatsoever. They don't even have the freedom to decide how to die.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Serve
Savanna Rose
Carolina dogs are the last of the wild dogs in this country. There are still wild Carolina dogs that run in packs in some parts of the United States. The breed can be traced to Asia, where they traveled to the United States with merchants over 9,000 years ago. They also found buried bones of dogs thought to be Carolina dogs where Native Americans lived. They tend to be good hunters and no doubt helped with the hunt.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Petlife
When He's Too Good To Be True
I have been through this scenario a few times, and you would think I'd learn after the first time, but each time sounds so real, so absolutely wonderful, that I have fallen into the same game more than once. I would like to warn other ladies of the pitfalls of falling for a guy online who sounds perfect so they don't have to go through what I have gone through.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Humans
Let's Grow Some Weed!
He showed me the rows of plants, beautiful and almost ready to be harvested, with small crystals on the leaves. I never thought I could create anything that beautiful, but my friend who had grown all those beautiful plants, died at the age of 36 from a medical condition which had not been diagnosed. I decided to learn how to grow a beautiful plant in his memory. I had a bunch of seeds I'd collected over the past months, and not knowing anything about the difference between sativa and indica, or that I wanted a female plant and not a male plant, I decided to plant the seeds.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Potent
Save Me a Good Spot
She was dragging her hindquarters behind her, trying to gain access to the closet which had a curtain instead of a door to cover the contents. She made it to the curtain, then stopped. I think that is when she started to die, and by the time I got her to the vet and they gave her the first shot, I believe she was almost gone. I didn't ever want to have to put her down, but I was afraid she was in pain, and I couldn't let her suffer.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Petlife
Marijuana Saved Me Twice
I always hated marijuana, mostly because it made me feel tired and stupid. I couldn't remember anything, laughed at everything, and then proceeded to consume all the food in sight, usually ice cream. I liked to walk on the wild side, and play with the drugs that kept me up all night and and into the next day, but you can only do that for so long before you are making deals with God, running a fever, and hoping you don't die as you rock crazily in the rocking chair to keep your heart beating. At least that's what happened to me.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Potent
Take My Heart With You
Her toes were tucked underneath the sofa cushions, and she was only wearing underpants and a pajama top. Her face was pressed against the floor, and even after I walked over and shook her a few times, there was no response. I reached down and took her hand, and that's when I noticed her knuckles were turning blue. A cold, empty feeling washed over me, a feeling that couldn't be shaken, and a fear that was very real. My friend and roommate of six years had passed away in my living room in the middle of the night.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Humans
So You Want To Be a Writer
I've wanted to be a writer since I was a child. I bought three-ring notebooks, and filled all of them with wide lined paper so I had plenty of room for my large handwriting, and room to cross out mistakes and write in the correct sentence or words. I kept these masterpieces under my bed so I could refer to them when I needed inspiration, and also, so I didn't write about the same things over again, although most of my stories sounded eerily alike.
By Denise Willis5 years ago in Motivation
Body Image, Hormones, and Spinning Out of Control.
In the 9th grade I worked in the office at the school, and it was my job to go around and pick up all the slips in each classroom that showed who was absent. There was one class in particular that I hated going into, because every time I opened the door the guys in the back row would hoot and holler and call me "sex". My face would grow warm and turn red, and I would practically crush my hand in the door trying to scoot away as quickly as possible. In other rooms, guys would whistle or make rude comments about me.
By Denise Willis5 years ago in Humans
