Donna Harris
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Anyone Can Become An Author
You might say that title up there is obvious, right? You are probably thinking, of course anyone can become an author, that's not uncommon knowledge. But what most people don't know, about becoming an author, is how easy it is to find their story. They give up because, "what am I suppose to write about," is the last question they ask themselves, and that question never finds its answer. There are millions of amazing stories waiting to be told and probably millions that will go untold, because someone does not know how to start. So I am writing a little how to guide, based on this uncommon knowledge, to help you tell your story in hopes that maybe one day I will get to read it.
By Donna Harris5 years ago in Motivation
Finding Sophie
“He's gone,” I cry lying on the sand cold and wet, the first rays of sunshine peeking over the horizon. Pushing to my knees, I rip the little black book from my jacket pocket, shred it, and throw the pieces into the ocean while screaming at the top of my lungs. If only we'd never found that book, John would still be alive. Exhausted, I look around and see the reason I lost John. I get to my feet, stomp over to the briefcase and wrench it open to stare down at the stacks of money inside. Enraged, I kick the case over strewing its contents along the sand. I grab a couple stacks of money, intent on punting them into the ocean, when I spot something black. I drop the money and fall to my knees, mortified. “I just shredded this thing and threw it into the ocean!” I think aloud, grabbing the little black book from the sand. I open to the first page and realize it is a different book. I let the book fall to the ground and close my eyes, feeling overcome with exhaustion. “Come with me.” I open my eyes to a beautiful woman in a long white dress with brown hair and blue eyes reaching toward me. Knowing I can't stay here I try to stand but my body refuses. I feel her arms wrap around me as she guides me to the base of a nearby tree, away from the waters edge. I lie down and try but fail to convince my eyes to open again.
By Donna Harris5 years ago in Humans
Falling for Tia
“What are you writing about now?” I question reaching my hand out to try and pull the little black book down, with my pointer finger, to get a peek inside. “Nothing!” Tia says as she slams the book closed. “Let’s get out of here.” “But we still have and hour and a half of class le,” I am cut off mid sentence as a voice comes over the intercom. “Attention faculty, staff, and students, we are having problems with our air conditioning working properly, we will be dismissing early today. Please walk, don’t run, and have a great weekend.” Tia looks back at me, “What were you saying, Jamie?” “I was saying lets get out of here!”
By Donna Harris5 years ago in Humans
