i am a scared little child... in a grown womans body...i might act tough...but thats just my protective coating...

A collection of my poetry, short stories and political/philosophical discussions. Humour is often included. Mind the cats!

My name is Rob and I'm a writer living in Denver, Colo. I read a novel a week and tell lies.

A quirky, self proclaimed freak, mother of four. One who attempts to take the common sense route in life. Seeking questions that have no answers in the journey of the walk on the dirt path of life. A writer a poet, a mom, a partner...a friend and ever more so a stranger. Stepping outside that box seeking to step into the gray. A professional in the field of psychology an apprentice in the scheme of things.

A place to learn more about writing fiction by viewing and receiving critiques on submissions under 1,500 words, any genre of Christian fiction.

This is where everything is about being a parent. Come often for a visit because it's nice here. Everyone is welcome.

Many silent years are spent searching for the right notes--the right conductor to illustrate the song inside our hearts... A quiet symphony is of't overheard; overpowered by the loudness of life and the busyness of stillborn ears.<br /> Come and read about all sorts of lovely random stuff: life, writing, marriage, spirituality, friendship, food, animals--and everything in between. That's quite a lot when you think about it...

Very Short Novels. "299 words. Anything more is waste." Character, conflict, emotional impact. And sentences! Everything you want in a novel, without one extra syllable.

i just write what i think

A personal improvement blog maintain and own by a single mother of two.

....in the mean time.... i will share with you a word and picture essay of the inter most inklings as they traverse the tangled paths of my consciousness....<br /> <br /> if you would like to share your own personal entanglements here ... please e mail me at: whypaisley@gmail.com....<br /> your work will be published as received. it will not be edited....

Random Bits of Writing

Racconti, poesie e letteratura postmoderna

It's not hard to come to the conclusion that there is no meaning or purpose behind existence, Punk is dead, Life's a joke, and Elvis has left the building. The real trick is learning to accept the burden of being the unfortunate by-product of god's ripped condom, and still having your sense of humor remain in tact. Once you come to terms with the disappointment of being the measure of an unspecified number of breaths and counting you can expand beyond it. We are a pimple on the ass of enlightenment... But we're here, and that's enough. <br /> <br /> Because no matter how pointless and devoid of form or function, we exist as points on an infinite circle of divinity that is weightless, timeless, and vestal in its grace. That alone is worth enough to carry the burden of being the stillborn of the universe.

This is a blog telling about scary ghost stories.