Solar Zorra
Profile
Hi! Thanks for looking me up. My pen name is Solar Zorra, My Mom named me Janine. I love to write and read poetry, short stories and twisted tales. I am an extreme animal lover and gardner. I appreciate any comments on my work.
PLEASE VISIT SOLARS JOURNEYS
MY WORK HAS BEEN FEATURED IN:
WINNING STORIES:
Ladies Night
The secret jungle adventure
I’m not greedy
TWISTED TALES GRAND FINAL WINNER
MARCH 2009:
Olives favorite
Groups
Solar Zorra is a member of *Paranormal The Norm*, Yellow Gallery, ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, 12 Great Features - Challenge Themes ONLY, All Soft and Cuddlies !!, Beautiful South Carolina, Bits and Pieces , Childhood, Core [C.O.R.E], Fabulous Flowers, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Flash Fiction, For the Love of Cats , 2 images a day, Freedom to Shine, Glorious Lilies, Graphic Scratch, Our K9 Friend 1 image a day, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Southern-Style: A Downhome Perspective , The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Up & Coming Writers, WMG and Writers Edge.
Journal Entries
SINCERE THANKS TO TWISTED TALES AND C.O.R.E
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
MY THANKS TO EVERYONE AT TWISTED TALES
Posted 2 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Twisted Tournoi #01 Challenge?
Posted 2 months ago, 4 comments so far.
The hope that remains
Posted 5 months ago, 4 comments so far.
ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS
Posted about 1 year ago, 5 comments so far.
CAT LOVERS, PLEASE HELP
Posted about 1 year ago, 24 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Regrets
Information I gathered, / sorted, then scattered / the missing pages / I hung on a line / now the wind blows my regrets With broken glass / I etched out sorrows / The dust / reveals my / procra…
Hear what?
All of the children in the neighborhood were running in the same direction. It reminded me of the Pied Piper.
Out of Nowhere
‘Mom, my truck is gone. Tim and I were parked out by the woods and a man came out of nowhere with a gun.”
It crawled in
Pick up, pick up, pickup. Oh, please Nick, pick up. Hello? Oh, thank God……..you gotta help me. Carly is that you? It’s 3:00 in the morning, what’s going on? Tears streamed do…
You come to me
Slowly, breathless you come to me
For the love of Irene
It had only been six months but now she was quite certain that tonight, Christmas eve, would be the night he would propose.
