Holding her body up there was a door with no other way to get themselves in, they placed their hands on a door as they struggled to get up, a house was still intact, luckily they had more privacy inside of their house but they had to stay on the first floor.

Here's the last part to my mini series about what I've been doing and possibly expecting when it comes to my friends who are there and who aren't.

Years back, I was heavily into the paranormal and cryptids in general. I am looking to rekindle my love of the weird and unusual, and figured I could share what I find

"How I Learned to Adapt to Digital Art When All I’ve Ever Known Is Traditional Art—and How You Can Too" I've faced many moments where I felt like I had to start over from the beginning in my 30s and 40s, and I understand the fear that comes with that. But that's where courage is developed. So, without further ado, I'd like to invite you on my journey as an artist. Hopefully, you will see that it's not too late to try a new idea or technique to really get those creative juices flowing. As most stories go, let's take a look back before we move forward.

Here's a 3rd part to my mini series about why my old childhood friends stopped being those friends I came to know and love, specifically those that STOPPED reaching out to me and checking on my well-being/life.

A baby was being held in a man’s arms, precious diamond eyes glistened like green onyas as they looked right up at them.

Here's Part 2 of my 'When Friends Stop Being Friends' which will address some more difficult challenges that I've faced when it comes to friendships and how it's shaped me as a person.

Graduation playing saxophone "Today felt weird from start to finish. I played at graduation, " "then I saw my ex."

What happens when friends you've known for years STOP being friends? I've been dealing with that lately, mainly due to life, but it still sucks and hurts nonetheless because they could at least keep me informed on their day-to-day like I would with them.

Hello Everybody I Want To Welcome Everybody To My Private Stream. Some People Feel Obligated To Be Distasteful. Some Folks Want To Hate Transgender People. I Guess It Does Feels Good When You Have Something To Get Angry About. To Feel Your Superior And Belittle People. To Cause Hatred, Blood And Death To Folks. Uncaring That This Person Is Going Through Hell. Dealing With Demons And Traumas. Its Just Way Better To Hunt Them Like Animals. To Not Treat This Single Individual With The Same Respect You Would Want. This World Is A Scary Place For Me. I Love Everyone And Only Wish For Greatness In Folks. Though Their Are False People Who Claim To Be Transgender. To Do Evil Deeds To Innocent Good People. Thats Not What Being Transgender Is. THE Community Needs To Understand That Transgender Means To Transform Into That Gender. If You Make No Effort To Be Transgender. Stop Giving Us A Bad Name. Causing Innocent People To Be Murdered For Bloodsport. I Dont Deserve To Live In Fear. Nor Do You

Dogs are filthy, they eat, sleep, and lie around doing almost nothing. Walking around a small park a dog’s ankle was caught on a large chain.

Sitting at a table was an article, reading the news there were no words, only pictures without headline.

A telescope was in Danny’s hand, he was out in a jungle. Monkeys hung from above him, they had loopy arms.

A keyboard was laid out on a desktop. In front of the desk was my doorstep. It was behind a keyhole that was locked.

Hanging down on the ocean side was a palm tree. Looking left and right, the palm tree had succulent eyes that contained big black seeds inside the middle of them.

Homer was a man, fresher than can be. He lived like a king that was nice and clean. Homer met a friend at a corner store.

Sucking on a lollipop Judea was walking with her feet as she hopped and skipped, her golden hair drooped down catching eyes of all the men as they stared at her.

Two men loved to hang around and do stuff they were pairs in a pod. ” Their was a hungry fella whose name was Chad. Chad was close with Brad.

Here's a note I'm going to be writing about on the matter of whether or not having multiple blogging accounts is worth it and what I plan on doing in the near Future.

Sometimes the people who offer help don’t expect anyone to actually need it. This piece reflects on a time when illness revealed the difference between polite words and genuine kindness and how that experience changed the way I care for others.