George Shannon Ferguson
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Poetry is a wonderful medium for capturing the beauty of our everyday lives and sharing it with others. I strive to express my unique experiences through my writing and create a meaningful impact. Thank you for your time and attention.
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A Step that turns into a Flight
A Step that turns to a Flight Life is a journey, right? They say every step counts. These are the questions I ask myself as I contemplate the words on this paper: What motivates me and gives me a sense of purpose? Not every day will be filled with sunshine, and not every day will bring rain. However, each day will be filled with opportunities…
By George Shannon Fergusonabout a year ago in Motivation
Sacrifice
SACRIFICE The Greatest Mother In The World My mother is the greatest mother in the WORLD! That is a saying that everyone who loves their mother says without fault. A mother, any mother, is the greatest mother in the world to that child who looks to her for guidance, protection, and love. A mother is so important to a child that God created that bond to start as a zygote. The bond created from making life, giving life, and then nourishing a child's life is priceless. . Your eyes, smile, laugh, and all the things you don't notice until you see your daughter or son. Guidance because you want your child to have the best of everything and grow with love and happiness... Protection because this is your world created in a form with you stamped on their every characteristic, and they become your everything. Love because you didn't realize that you could love someone so much that you will sacrifice everything so they can be happy. A mother who is willing to sacrifice her time, health, and money to provide a better life for their children is truly an angel without wings. So, as cliché as this sounds, My mother is the greatest mother in the world---to me!
By George Shannon Fergusonabout a year ago in Humans
There was only one rule. Don't open the door.. Content Warning.
There was only one rule. Don't open the door. The chilling silence that had fallen over their son was a monstrous thing, devouring his laughter and his voice. His parents stared at him, their faces contorted in a grotesque mask of disbelief and horror. How could this be? Their boy, their Roman, reduced to a statue, eyes wide with an unspeakable terror. All because he opened the door.
By George Shannon Fergusonabout a year ago in Horror
Elegant Charmer
The Elegant Charmer stands out from the rest with his commanding presence, exuding confidence, and dominance. Upon his wife's arrival at the restaurant, he gracefully opens the door, takes her hand, and helps her remove her coat, all while beaming a smile that fills her heart with love.
By George Shannon Ferguson2 years ago in Fiction
What do diamonds mean to you?
What do diamonds mean to you? Sparkles Nostalgia. I recall my journey with words and my first poem. I vividly remember the excitement I felt when I created it. It was like handing diamonds to a child, but instead of being excited about the value of the diamonds, I was thrilled by the sparkle they emitted. The poem was about a middle school crush, and I remember the effort I put into making the words rhyme. I wanted to impress my infatuation with my writing skills. Looking back, I realize that the actual value of that poem wasn't in the sparkles but in the meaning behind it. It was my gateway to falling in love with poetry and writing. Reflecting on my experience and the wisdom I have gained; I understand that the actual value of my words being on paper is in the message they convey.
By George Shannon Ferguson2 years ago in Writers
Impossible
I was amazed by what I saw. A purple Moon illuminated the sky, and I felt a shiver down my arms. Looking at the warp gun, I was speechless. The sky was filled with purple clouds and had turned bright purple. As I scanned my surroundings, I noticed some green-looking men staring at me. I felt scared and uneasy. Just as I was about to introduce myself as Shann, one of the Green Men smiled and pointed at me.
By George Shannon Ferguson3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Hope
The Last Hope There weren't always dragons in the valley. Silence fell over the room as the last sounds of the Bard's harp deceased. Every eye in the Tavern of Twilight Moon fell upon the stranger. He stood in the center of the room next to the fireplace with his back to everyone. The fireplace gently crackled as the silence became ominous.
By George Shannon Ferguson4 years ago in Fiction
