Tracy Lawson
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Hello everyone. I'm a science fiction, fantasy, horror, real life author. I enjoy writing poetry as well in my spare time. I'm happy to share my stories on here with the hopes of getting out there.
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Folk Art By Me
Not only can I write, I can paint as well. Few years ago, I began to look into painting and thought maybe I can do folk art. I've done a few pieces here and there. Would stop painting for years because I couldn't focus long enough on a piece. I would make happy little mistakes and stop. I thought about giving up but then that would be defeating the purpose of painting.
By Tracy Lawson3 years ago in Art
Into The Woods
I hope you enjoy this Halloween story. It's going to be a beautiful 31 days of Halloween. Have a safe Halloween. 9:45 PM The road in front of him was illuminated faintly from the eerie glow of the full moon. If it weren't for the moon and his truck's bright lights, he would be plunged into a world of darkness, unable to see clearly. The long stretch of the highway was eerily quiet and there were no other cars or trucks. There usually was. But he was alone.
By Tracy Lawson5 years ago in Horror
Nightmare Mist
It's a dark night and you're safe in bed. You think nothing can harm you in your own bed. You're drifting asleep, thinking about a creak. The house always creaks sometimes. It's normal as it's settling around you as if the house is breathing and alive. Your room is illuminated by a trusty nightlight. You also believe that the nightlight is your safety along with your trusty 'Dream Catcher', where good dreams pass through, but bad dreams get stuck in the web to be 'dissolved' by the morning sun.
By Tracy Lawson5 years ago in Horror
2018 and 2019: The Years I Won't Forget!
2018 was a very memorable year of 'accidents' and 'incidents'. This was supposed to be a good year of good tidings and cheerfulness. A whole new chapter to experience. This wasn't the case with my family and I. January presented us with Listeria from an ice cream recall.
By Tracy Lawson6 years ago in Lifehack
Jeffrey's Story
I once had a gerbil named Jeffrey and we all called him Jeffy. He was an albino gerbil who had the run of the house. You couldn't help but love the little guy because he was so fun to have around. He was a sweet boy. Smart and I mean smart. He was so smart that he knew how to get out of his tank and leave it. I've awoken to hearing him run around his tank in the middle of the night and climbing up on his water bottle, trying to get out. This goofy boy knew how to squeeze himself out and didn't care if the height of the tank was far off the ground. He'd make to the floor and run around as if he owned the house. You would think a gerbil wouldn't be so smart, but they are. They are capable of learning quickly, especially when you're not home to stop them from leaving the tank. Jeffy decided that during the day when everyone was away, he'd climb out of his tank and go exploring around the house. At which time, Dollie, the only dog we had at the time, followed him into the master bedroom. He hid in the closest and Dollie lay there, watching him. This little sweetheart waited until someone came and got him. When my Mom and Dad came home, they weren't sure what was in the closet because of Dollie. So they opened the closest door and to their surprise was the silly gerbil, standing on his hind legs, looking at them. Apparently, Jeffy had braved through the house, all the while, keeping Dollie on her toes? Who knows? He was all right. But he sure loved to tell his "mate" Peanut all about his adventure to her. Jeffy was so bright that he would actually be the only gerbil allowed free roam. If he got himself under the washer or dryer, he'd come out for peanut butter. He always had to have peanut butter as a treat! He loved it. Jeffy was a great father and Peanut was a great mother. I went to breeding gerbils for the local pet store in exchange for food, bedding, toys, and sometimes, they'd give me money. The babies were handled daily so they were always hand-trained and used to people. I even babysat Peanut's litter while she got free time from them. She would often check on them, then run around. They'd always fall asleep in my hands. So, they were used to my scent and warmth. It was something nice. The downside with Peanut was? She bit me all the time. Jeffy lived longer than any gerbil around. He lived for six to seven years and Peanut lived for five years. They were given a lot of enrichment, love, and food blocks, seeds, and yogurt treats. Even wood blocks to chew on for their teeth since they grow. You won't find another couple of cute gerbils like Jeffy and Peanut.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Petlife
The Alien and the Kid
One evening just before dinner, a young boy stood outside throwing a yellow tennis ball into the air and catching it with his hand. He tossed it up into the air and then caught it. Upon tossing it up into the air, though, the soft ball disappeared. He looked up and saw a glistening silver object. The ball floated down to him, not tossed. The boy caught the ball and ran from the silver object. He hid behind the trash bins and watched from his hiding space.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Futurism
10 Tips for an Interview
1: Make a good first impression. The first impression an employer looks for is a presentable interviewee. They analyze everything from your body language to your dresses and suits. The first impression gives the employer a clue how you would dress and appear to work everyday.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Journal
The Frog and Other Visitors
I love frogs. They're so beneficial and plus they're cute. Keeping bugs away. Every year, I would get visited by a frog or frogs. When Allie, my bearded dragon passed away, a month later, a toad paid a visit to me, every day. I looked up the mystical facts about frogs and toads visiting after a death. Well, the toad signaled that I was being visited by Allie's spirit. Whenever I would come visit her grave in the backyard, the little toad was there. It didn't flee. It stayed around for the whole summer. This year, a tree frog and a toad visited me again. This time, I was able to handle both without having them pee on my hands. All toads and frogs pee when nervous or it's a defense against predators. I have been told not to handle toads because they have warts and can cause warts. Well, thankfully, it hasn't been the case with any frog or toad. I've rescued both toad and tree frog from spider webs.One particular tree frog always seems to trust me and they even traveled to the stores with me. One day after a shopping trip, he had sneaked into the trunk of my SUV. I took him back to where I had believed he should be. The next day, he was stuck in between the plastic sheeting and door. It seems he liked to be warmed up and given the same love I gave to Allie. When he was done with getting warmed up and loved, he would leave. I think he was a miracle frog and visited every night, climbing on my windows. The toad didn't return, but the tree frog always did pay a visit either to eat the bugs or to send a message.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Petlife
Spike, Pongo, Sadie, and Allie
I had four dogs. One of them isn't pictured here. Her name is Dollie.Four beautiful lovely dogs. All with souls and were the best dogs we've ever had. Our beautiful dogs were taken from us way too early. Spike was a Black Labrador. The youngest member of our family. He had the most soulful eyes. He was a silly goofy boy! He was the biggest baby though. He loved going outside, playing tug of war, running around the yard with his rawhide bones and burying them so no one else could get them, barking at squirrels, birds, rabbits, and anyone who came up our driveway. He talked, smiled the biggest smile he could give when got into trouble. It was so funny and you couldn't help but laugh. He was a sweet heart. My late father coaxed him with dog treats and took him home. First, we thought it was Dollie, but Dollie didn't look like this big goofy puppy.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Petlife
Thanksgiving Is Here
Happy Thanksgiving! As we gather around the table for another filling meal of turkey, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, rolls of all types, dessert pies, cranberry stuff, stuffing of all types, wine, juice, milk, water, cola's, mashed potatoes, Italian green beans, and brussels sprouts, we give thanks to the people who matter the most. Thanksgiving is a tradition that everyone celebrates and it's never the same if you don't make your own imprint or make new additions to your meals. My Mom passed our Thanksgiving traditions to me and I'm keeping those traditions alive by celebrating them. I will add new additions every year. Last year, I baked my own sweet potato casserole with fresh sweet potatoes, brown sugar, honey, and jet puffed marshmallows. It was a long process but in the end, it was worth the effort because it was so delicious. I have decided to try that recipe again for this years Thanksgiving. I haven't made my own sweet potato casserole and felt it would open new broad ideas. I have also started on baking my own pies for Thanksgiving. I've baked cherry pies, blueberry pies, pumpkin pies, and apple pies. Out of all them, we settled on my cherry pie with whipped cream. Every year, the recipe for my turkeys hardly changes. It remains the same, tastes the same, and is so juicy, you'd be surprised. No jabbing with injectors, no salt solution because if you inject with salt, salt dries out the meat, and using a pop up timers to determine if the bird is done. After all, you don't want a raw turkey. I also stuff the bird with a hearty filling stuffing mix and it tastes good. All my secrets come from the seasoning and what I use. I have a secret recipe for my birds and this secret recipe comes from my Mother. One part of this secret recipe comes from love. As much as I have to say that if you show love, it shows in all of your cooking. It shows you care. Without that love, your food shows it. If you're nervous and afraid, it shows. Organization plays a part of putting the entire meal together. I try to time it all together. For example, I sit the turkey in the sink, open it and clean it fully, taking out the giblets and the gravy packet. While the turkey drains out, I start with the stuffing, the celery, mushrooms, and other spices added to the stuffing. The timing is everything for a perfect thanksgiving meal without any rushing and missing steps. The mess that comes with it is usually not so bad if you keep up. I attempt to keep up with messes. I have to or I'll have no room to work. It's very hard to work in a small space for a kitchen, but it works out in the long run. My kitchen isn't updated for big family meals. This kitchen has no breakfast bar, no eat in dining, and one small counter top to work on. I have to keep the counter space clean while I work. As much as I would love to get a bigger space, I make it work as I often do. I don't feed a big family and a twelve to fifteen pound turkey is enough for two people. It may feed more, but I freeze some of the cooked turkey for later.
By Tracy Lawson7 years ago in Feast
