Semra Laureen Hill Jean
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I am a woman with dreams. Whether for hobby, passion, or purpose, I will become a writer you won’t forget. My stories tell your stories and speak with purpose — to captivate your soul.
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While It Lasts
“My next story will be about us” “I’ll impatiently wait for your new story‘s notification” There’s so much I could write about us, yet I don’t seem to find the words to express myself to you, to them. As short as the time we spent together, I learned your way. I saw you.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean2 days ago in Poets
Your December Reminder
I couldn’t stop thinking of the changes I‘ve experienced every December. I am always thinking about life and the changes I want to make for the next year. I also think of the past—how much I have changed and how far I’ve came.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jeanabout a month ago in Humans
Never The Same Again . Top Story - November 2025.
How many times have you gone somewhere one month or one year apart and seen that things have changed? How many people have you seen change in a small lapse of time? I know you’ve seen many. Some people don’t want to believe that change can happen fast because it has never happened to them. let me say that it’s normal; not everyone wants or needs change in their life.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jeanabout a month ago in Humans
The Waitress
Seated there, somewhere, on a corner expecting good things to happen. I followed her for a lifetime. I saw her first steps, knew her first thoughts, saw her dancing for the first time, I was here when she first fell in love, I saw her crying for the first time, was here when she discovered anger, I saw her experiencing fear for the first time, I knew her first wish, and I knew what she dreamed about every millisecond of her life. I knew her. She waited for bad things to change into good for herself. She desperately waited for hope, for things to happen, while she sat there thinking about the things she could do to make life easier for herself and others. She waited and waited.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean3 months ago in Writers
