Joanna Blaze
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I love writing just about everything but some of my personal favorites are romance, criminal, horror, and fantasy. I'm also an avid traveler I love traveling solo because I have a lot more fun adventures and the experience is more exciting.
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The Phantom Killer
All my life I have always wondered is there such thing as the boogeyman but, during the spring and summer of 1946 one little, small town was about t0 know the terrible truth that would haunt them forever. As a monster was on the loose sending panic into the streets of Texarkana, Texas that would soon be known as “The Town That Dreaded Sundown”!
By Joanna Blaze5 years ago in Criminal
New Challenges and New Ideas
With every image that is captured it always leaves a lasting mark that people can hold onto for generations to come. Over the course of time, we have seen countless photographs and paintings that have always been redesigned and tweaked. In which it inspires artists to almost redesign it from their perspective and almost highlight it to entice viewers back to want to pay homage to the original pieces that we all know and love. Which transforms the art and photographs into something that is new, fun, and exciting. It is this sense of creativity and imagination that inspires me to do this with other peoples’ photographs and my own. I get a chance to see how they look from my perspective, and I get to express myself more by adding my own personal flare.
By Joanna Blaze5 years ago in Photography
New Ideas and New Challenges
With every image that is captured it always leaves a lasting mark that people can hold onto for generations to come. Over the course of time, we have seen countless photographs and paintings that have always been redesigned and tweaked. In which it inspires artists to almost redesign it from their perspective and almost highlight it to entice viewers back to want to pay homage to the original pieces that we all know and love. Which transforms the art and photographs into something that is new, fun, and exciting. It is this sense of creativity and imagination that inspires me to do this with other peoples’ photographs and my own. I get a chance to see how they look from my perspective, and I get to express myself more by adding my own personal flare.
By Joanna Blaze5 years ago in Photography
They Lurk Beneath!
Out in the swamp lands of Louisiana there is so much hidden beauty that is just waiting to be discovered. Whether it’s the breathtaking giant magnolias that stretch far throughout the land to the sandy barrier islands or the dense eerie bayou you will always find something new that is just waiting to be discovered. It is truly an incredible place that you just have to see to believe. Everyday there is always something different to do and each day is a new adventure that makes this place is a true outdoorsman’s paradise. For me I found the beauty in the bayou through the dense cypress trees in the murky waters lies one of earths fiercest creatures…alligators. These creatures may be deadly with their sharp teeth and claws but after observing these animals from a distance they are truly an incredible animal that is misunderstood that needs to be respected. I was able to capture the definition and beauty of these animals that are almost prehistoric through my camera lens as I drove deep into the swamp to find these creatures.
By Joanna Blaze5 years ago in Earth
The Swamp
I wake up and there are times where I always keep telling myself that its just a dream, but there are some that believe that dreams can be visions of the past, present, and future. Then there are some that believe they can be an open door for communication for both the living and the dead. Since the death of Max, I have been having the same dream every night I close my eyes and it’s almost like I can’t wake up and I feel frozen. I’m in the swamps of Louisiana and its eerily foggy its so thick I can’t see how far out the swamp goes. As I’m walking through the bog, I get a deep urgent sense to find something and then I see him. . . “MAX”! I run to him and his back is turned away from me and just as I approach him and I reach to grab him then I wake up. Then reality hits me and I feel the sharpest pain in my chest that my own heart is breaking to the point it feels like stepping on a frozen pond, the ice is cracking and you just fall right through into the unrelenting, freezing water. I never thought that something like this can happen to me, one second my best friend is here and the next minute he’s gone. For the last 2 weeks I have been struggling to face the fact that I will never see him again. Then one day I get the call from a mysterious man named Mr. Jackson and he asks me to come to Oil City, Louisiana saying that they might have found something that has to do with the drowning of Max and proceeds to tell me I should be expecting to receive the funds in my bank account within the next couple of hours that should help cover my travel expenses. He also tells me I would receive double that after my stay was done for my troubles. It actually was less than an hour after I got off the phone with him and it’s so strange just out of the blue there it is $20,000 in my bank account just to come to Oil City to find out what happened to Max. My first thought was why give me a large amount of money just to come solve Max’s death. As I’m driving, I have an overwhelming feeling of dread and my thoughts are racing and I’m wondering did Max do something to get himself into trouble or did he know something that this Mr. Jackson wants. Making the long journey from Clearwater, Florida has definitely taken its toll because I’m to the point where I could easily fall asleep at the wheel, but I got to keep going. I finally see the sign for Oil City, and I take a quick glance to look at the swamp and I can’t help but feel like I’ve been here. Then I turn back to watch the road and then I see him, Max in the middle of the road. I frantically throw my foot on the brakes and immediately stop, by the time I get out of the car he’s gone. I get back into the car and head off to finally meet this Mr. Jackson and for him to tell me what he knows about Max. He insists that we’d meet at the edge of the swamp. As I’m approaching him, he is not what I was expecting he reminded me of one of those brash fraternity boys. I am both uneasy and anxious at the same time because anything that can help bring me closure and peace with Max’s death will give me the courage to keep moving forward.
By Joanna Blaze5 years ago in Humans
