“In a world filled with hate, choose love. From love, happiness grows. and from deep within in, life blossoms and glows.”
The following is part of an incomplete short story I was writing for Christmas 2018. I got a bit discouraged during the process and gave up on the story. However, I thought I’d share it since it was, thankfully, still sitting in my Google Docs. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back around to it for… Read More
He chuckled lightly, allowing his personal problems to dissipate for a moment as he focused his attention on his daughter. Though she would never say so, he knew he’d been doing poorly as of late, leaving her to fend for herself when he should have been holding himself together just for her, if for no one else. Read More
His eyes were the fire that ignited my soul. Swept me up past cloud nine, And promised to never let me go. It was so… so so freeing, And he showed me the power And magic of being loved with someone’s entire being. It was bliss.
Of all the things I could be today, I choose to be HAPPY, And attract love my way. Happy, happy. Lord, I choose to be happy.
He could only stare, admiring the way her skin glistened beneath the sunlight that forced its way through the leaves. The droplets of light kissed her bare shoulders the way he wished he could, gently with each slow move she made as they walked a straight line and filled baskets. Read More
I’ve decided to share monthly playlists of my favorite songs, most of which have inspired short stories (and in some instances, full novels) that I’ve shared and will share here on MyPenWritesNice. Read More
I mean, one moment I’m you’re king and the next you’re casting me aside like some jester. One minute you’re thrilled and delighted to say that yes, I am yours. And the next, you’ve disowned me. Walking around as if you’ve never even known me. Telling people you’ve never even loved me. Read More
Reaping what I’d sown, I silently watched as my husband walked in and out of the home we once shared, making numerous trips as he packed and boxed up his belongs, carrying them out to his car. Leaving me and our life behind for good. Read More
In a tattered t-shirt and ripped up jeans, cigarette dangling between my fingers as tears and running mascara stained my cheeks, I took one long drag and blew smoke. I blinked for the first time in what seemed like hours when my bedroom door creaked open and he attempted to tip-toe in. See, I’m sitting… Read More