WanderingAuthor
Profile
- Name
- WanderingAuthor
- City
- Franklin
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Mar 2008
I have always known I was meant to write, even when I was too young to know the word ‘author’. When I learned that books were printed, I developed an interest in that as well. And I have always been a wanderer, at least in my mind. It’s not the worst trait in an author. For more, read my writing; every author illuminates their heart and soul on the pages they write upon.
Groups
WanderingAuthor hosts Twisted Tales and is a member of Bits and Pieces , Friends of RedBubble, Graphic Scratch and Two Word Challenge.
Journal Entries
Hopes and Dreams
Posted 2 months ago, 6 comments so far.
All Writers Take Heed
Posted 3 months ago, 47 comments so far.
Sleeping Beauty - Further Ideas
Posted 3 months ago, 18 comments so far.
Sleeping Beauty - Self-Editing Lessons
Posted 3 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Writers' Concerns
Posted 3 months ago, 4 comments so far.
Art Vs. Commerce
Posted 5 months ago, 24 comments so far.
Clothing
Writing
The Devil Discovered
“It’s the truth! I wish we could have fun sometimes.” Bessie glared at Rebecca in shock. “But wishing is wicked! And fun is nothing but a snare set by the devil.” “Why do things that…
Escaping Jerry
The occupiers had terrorised the islanders until they abandoned resistance, yet simmering resentment left them reluctant to cooperate. So when I washed ashore with my waterlogged crew, they ignored us…
Sleeping Beauty - Draft 1 - 662 Words
Stan descended the rocky pass into the valley. The efforts of the villagers to dissuade him had only made him more curious. All he could learn was the fact there had been a deadly feud between two fam…
Caught
When Josephine woke her breath caught, her skin burned, and her head pounded. The plague had stolen upon her in the night, and now she lacked the concentration to expel it. She felt trapped. Despite h…
Trust Me
Now, I was desperate. Waiting while the breeze whispered among the leaves, I suspected I was crazy. A distant fox barked. My eyes imagined movement in the shadows, seeing figures where none stood.
Indelible Memory
I’m sorry if this depresses anyone, but at least now you’ve been warned.
