Greylee Tynewise
Bio
I love my family with all that I am, but let's be real here, they are biased. I have always wanted to be a writer, to be able to share with the world my insanely crazy, way to erratic imagination, and I need your feedback.
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Changing Authenticity
"To thine own self be true", the infamous words of Polonius in William Shakespheare's, "Hamlet", act 1 scene 3. The authenticity of a person ultimately is seen in how one view themselves, thus being what parts of themselves they allow for the world to see. Humans are very complex. In today's society the complexities of the human being gets misconstrued as "not being the authentic you'. However, our own individual unique complexities are in fact what make up our own authentic selves. Our world is FAST PACE everything. You can find anything online, and once it is on the web, it becomes a free for all for the media to add there spin to it, clouting judgement, along with society telling you who you should be or need to be. I guess I never took a bite of that apple because for me, like William Shakespheare's words in "Hamlet", I have always chosen to be true to my own self. At the end of each and every day it is me that I have to answer to about who I am and quite frankly it is none of my business what other people think about me.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Humans
Shackle the Storm
It's 1230 hours and Special Agent-in-Charge Jade Bane, of the BAU, Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, is counting down the hours until her tenth wedding anniversary dinner with her husband, world renown motivational author, Damon Bane, when the newest case file is placed on her desk.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Fiction
Round Is A Shape
“Round is a shape,” became my token phrase quite a while back, directed toward any and every individual that decided to make the shape of my body their business. I began using this phrase in response to the constant endurance of ridicule, name calling and body shaming. Telling myself first that round is a shape helped me to settle the internal struggle within myself; the battle of knowing my worth or conforming to the conditioning stereotypes of society. Accepting that round is a shape provided an outlet for me to be able to deal with the ignorance of others. The acceptance of who I was to myself and freeing myself from the shame that others disgustingly forged upon me with their ridicule, opened my mind to accepting that everyone is allowed to have their own opinion. Since the harsh words I heard from others about me no longer tore me down I could hear their perspective without being offended. I finally discovered me and I loved me. (Maybe just a little too much at times.)
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Motivation
The Magic is Real
Before I was even old enough to know my ABC’s, my heart was filled with all the stories that my mother would read to me. I learned at a very young age that through reading I could escape my reality in this world and enter the imagination of a story writer to go on many adventures. In real life I am a very stationary individual that doesn’t go on a lot of adventures, through reading fantasy literary works I have been to countless places, made an endless number of friends, and have been on my fair share of adventurous journeys.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Humans
The Best Job Ever
I love my job because each moment of each day brings a new adventure in my job. Some people do not consider my job an actual job since it does not bring in any income, rather it cost me money. Yet, others see my job as the hardest job on the planet. I am a mother, a mom, mommy, madre’ and mum, depending on which child you are asking. I have been mothering children for as long as I can remember. My own mother told me when I was very young that I was just born with a very nurturing heart. My very own personal journey of seeing just how much being a mother really entailed began with the birth of my very own child on March 7th, 1997. Prior to his birth I had been deceived in what all mothering entailed. However, I also learned the capacity of the human heart to love another human being more than you even love yourself and to feel that love reciprocated.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Families
LOST CITY
Well, that last bit of the story sure is a big pill to swallow. Every time I ever heard my mama telling the story of creation, I was astounded at how many things had been changed to cover the truth. The story doesn’t end there though. If the story ended at the death of Nimue and Niams’ great-great-grand-daughter, then none of us would be here today and America would not exist. Let’s pick up where we left off.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY
LOST CITY: Which is a Witch Now where did we leave off at. Hmm. That’s right Nimue and Niam were just starting to read the Malleus Maleficarum, hoping to determine the amount of potential danger their family may be in. With the new lander beliefs having infiltrated the land the Waymakers way of living was now under speculation and perhaps even believed to be witchcraft. This is the part of the story that always caught my attention when mama would tell it. The suspense of how the Waymakers manage always has me sitting on the edge of my chair. So, let’s get on with the story.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY
I just love the way my mama shared these stories with me and did not leave me to be conditioned to believe what the government wants the people to believe. I love it even more that I can share pieces of history with all y’all. I hope y’all do as I am and tell others the stories of forgotten history. Well, that is enough about how I feel, it is time to get on with the tales passed down to me of the Waymakers.
By Greylee Tynewise4 years ago in Fiction
Lost City: Found
Like I have told you before the story I’m tellin’ is one that mama told me, that her mama told her, so on and so forth. Now, I left off right after the earth had merged the Waymaker Gemini Coven into Nimue and Niam and fulfilled the promise of filling the earth with inhabitants in 1450. My mama told me that Nimue and Niam sure made that old barn on the outskirts of town a real fancy place back in their day. Come to think of it, that barn is right on the edge of my mama’s property. Hmm, I wonder, nah, let’s get on with the tale of how lost city got found.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
