Beautifuldreamer
Profile
Growing up in middle class suburbia, my first writing haven was our backyard fort. I spent hours there scribbling my heart out on lined pencil tablets, making up stories about brave children who ran away from cruel parents, children much braver than I.
I’ve written short stories, poetry, and am now working on a novel and my childhood memoir.
Thanks to everyone taking the time to leave a comment, whether it’s positive or negative. I can always learn something from the feedback of others.
Groups
Beautifuldreamer is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Flash Fiction, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and The Red Writing Room.
Writing
Little Girl Lost
I am a wallflower at a prom, desperate for a glimpse of you. I am an empty box of cereal which promised but failed to include a special prize
Two of Us
I slid behind the wheel and said, “You know, I’ve Got a Feeling we’ll never forget the Things We Said Today.”
Unmapped Miles (part 2)
Seconds before you attempt the single most important act of your life, you take a deep breath, close your eyes, and insert the key.
Unmapped Miles
You think, something is wrong with me that my perceptions are so jumbled, but still you move forward. This you do, you move forward.
In Plain Sight
Was this a safe household? Would seeing the accouterments of my femininity tempt a father, a brother into perverted acts? I had to know.
Things I've Felt, Things I've Seen
The first snow of winter, sifting down as beautifully delicate as a gifting of grace. My son holding his daughter for the first time, tears streaming down his face. Chocolate cake warm from the oven (…
