Theresa McQuillen
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Becoming an Orphan
Do not let anyone ever tell you, as you get older it gets easier, Thats just a bunch of malarky! I was thinking the other day how strange it feels, both my parents passed away. My dad passed almost 12 years ago, we all new that it was going to happen as he had a lot of health issues. so, we had time to prepare for that dreadful day, trust me knowing its coming does not mean it's easier. I remember his death like it was yesterday, He died at home in a hospice bed in the living room, with his last breath he said I love you all and his life left him. it felt unreal, like a dream. I didn't want my dad to leave me, I was a daddy's girl. it took me two years before I could return to the gravesite, I did not want to feel the pain and loss again. then two years later I put my big girl pants on and cried like a baby without a bottle all the way to the gravesite, my sister held my hand and spoke to me some soft words. after my blubbering, a soft still voice within me said, you will always have him with you, his blood is your blood, and nothing can change that. Besides that, I look so much like my dad, and I have the same traits and health issues that I could never forget him. But I still miss him as much today as the day he left us.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Humans
Mistic Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The mistic valley of blue water began to be inhabited by people who escaped World War three. It is in the mountainous range of the alps in Switzerland where only the strong and able could get to after hiking for three-weeks and only by chance did they find the rest of the people who made the trip. not much more than a small compound when it first began, now has turned into a very reclusive hidden city from the rest of the world, as everyone grows and hunts for their food, The total population of blue water now sits at 5,501 souls that survived through the war and outfall of radiation from missiles. When the population began growing the people elected leaders who would govern the clans. The war began in the year 2022 when the Gods of old appeared. They struck down every nation's leader. killing them and a host of others who worked in the nations and capitals. Leaving nothing but ruble behind. Consumed with hate and anger they destroyed and wiped out most of humankind before departing the planet, only a few clans survived. now a Millenium later the year is 3022, and we meet Kara. [ who is 42 with short sassy brown hair and hazel green eyes] she is the only woman who works as a special investigator and warrior for the mistic valley of blue water.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Fiction
Selfish Greed
Once in a far-off land lived a man named Sam, who held a deep selfishness, he wanted everything, and had no care or time, only for his own gain. When he came of age to marry, he met a woman he fancied, so he set about with his charms and smarts, to catch the fair maiden’s love. It took some time and a pretty dime, but in the end, he did wed her.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
QUESTIONS'
Will it happen today? Will I feel that pain? Will I ever be the same? Will my heart ever heal? Will the fear ever disappear? Will my head stop seeing my memories that play every day? Will peace ever win a play? Will I never get a say? Will I always feel this way? Will there ever be the right time? Will there ever be the right guy? Will there ever be release? Will my heart heal from grief? Will love always be a dream? Will truth stand its ground? Will home ever be more than a feeling? Will any of my questions have answers?
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
Soulmates
Deep within my soul there is a peace I’ve never known, the feeling of complete safety and warmth. There was once long before this time when that space within me was empty, never feeling the fulfillment of love. Always walking one step behind, while my soul was searching for a bond to fulfill the deepest yearnings within my soul that were empty.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
BURNING FIRE
red embers still glowing, afar off crackle and snap, the sound of life dying from blackness and ash. Nothing left, not one tiny leaf, thousands of trees gone no trace left. Not just the trees, I'm sure of that. The wildlife in the forest didn’t have a chance, the spring chicks still unable to fly. The newborn Dow is not able to run in the sticker Bryers. mother bear inside her cave with newborn cubs nesting asleep. many life forms gone, without a trace. If it were nature, it wouldn't be hard to take. A strike of lightning would be why this place burnt. not this time " no" it's been proven this started by man. At the fire's starting line, where it was lit, a burnt red can in ashes sat. It's one of five down the fires line, spread one hundred miles from north to south. Then turned east looping back west. Why would anyone start fires to kill this God given place? over ten thousand acers of safety for God's creatures he made. I am so angry We've lost five good men because of the changing winds. What a hellish thing to do, some stupid insane person who has nothing better to do, that's who, I vow to catch them if it’s the last thing I do. While drive east on HWY 10 the smoke so heavy I could hardly breath in, I spotted a little green truck and it looked really stuck, I pull up beside it, inside was a young man, he must not be even 16, and in the bed of the truck I could see, where small red cans that where all lined up in threes. The boy lies inside this truck almost dead. Shocked and fear I called out" hey son is you alive or dead?" Then the young boy replied with his last breath, nobody else's Dad would be dead, I made sure, I made sure the killers who ran into this Forrest were burnt and gone to Hell.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
The Richest Man Ever
He was much too young! I was thinking As Peter my ex-boyfriend was telling me about our mutual friend Thom. He had a massive heart attack the last he had heard; he was just getting around to feeling normal. Thom and I were good friends before Peter, and I had broken up and I moved out of the house we all shared.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Journal
Silence gives way
Who hears the silence? Who feels my pain or fears? Can you see me crying? Do you know my heart? Am I in your thoughts? will you feel sad when I'm gone? will you cry too? Why do you stay away? Am I not worth your time? You don't know how much it hurts when I'm alone in silence all the time. Did you forget I'm alive? Why do you only call when you need something?
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
A USERS HELL
A user's hell will never tell the power of the drug, oh sleepy head you're in need of a bed and a place to call your home, you walk inside a smoke-filled room with one thing on your mind, to take a drink, to sniff a line, to slam your drug, to get your fix this time.
By Theresa McQuillen4 years ago in Poets
