They Say

Photo by Simran Sood on Unsplash
They say, work hard.
They say, good things come to those who wait.
They say, do good in school.
They say, work hard.

They don’t know what they are talking about.
They have money, and power.
They have connections and resources.

They tell us to work hard.
But we know that it won’t work
It is all a big lie. 


Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/authornancyann

Check out Nancy’s latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

Author Nancy Ann Facebook Group

I wanted to create a space to share my writing, poems and updates. A place to promote my work, talk to readers, and maybe help other writers. 

Please feel free to post your links to your books, pages, channels, and more. Let’s create a community to support all sorts of artists. Please do not spam. This means that you post your book every day. We want this to be a space for everyone.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/authornancyann

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

Flight 532

grey skulls piled on ground
Photo by Renato Danyi on Pexels.com

There were five survivors: John, Abigail, Michael, Beth, and Lily. Flight 532 took off with 200 passengers with no issues. The flight crew went through their routine checks as they always do; but nothing could have prepared them for what was to follow. 

Without warning, the plane lost altitude and crashed somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. The scene was horrific as passengers struggled to unfasten their seatbelts and free themselves from the sinking plane. Those who freed themselves had to swim away from the wreckage as it sank, pulling the others under the water. The seawater filled their lungs; the pressure built as plasma from their blood filled their lungs, preventing them from breathing. They drowned not only from the seawater, but from their own blood that had filled their lungs. 

Bodies washed up on the shore, still moving and struggling, but only five stood and walked to the sand. 

Those five did their best to help the dead and injured to no avail. The smell of blood and death in the water attracted the local sea life. Sharks and others came to feed on the victims. Soon the water turned red as the sharks fed on the remains.  

Lily did her best to help. The blood and gore didn’t bother her as much as it affected the others. Oh, the bloodThe sweet smell, she thought as she wrapped the bodies for burial and placed them in the shallow graves the survivors dug for them. 

The others thought Lily was in shock or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder; but, she wasn’t. Death excited her. 

They found shelter for the first night; but, that first night was when the winds came. A strong wind rushed through the beach and swayed the trees, calling to Lily. She moaned in her sleep as she heard the wind. “Lily…. Lily… come to me, Lily.” The voice grew louder; but Lily kept sleeping. The voice grew so loud that she put her hands over her ears to block out the sound, but still, the voice came. 

As much as she tried to sleep that night, the night the winds came, and she kept having nightmares. The same nightmare repeated all night. 

In her dream, Beth was sleeping when a figure appeared before her. The figure, a shadow of a man, appeared to smile as it stood over Beth. Beth woke with a start and screamed as the figure slit her throat. He continued to cut into her as the spray of her blood spewed from her body. When the figure left, Lily crept over to Beth’s body. She ran her fingers through Beth’s hair and moved her fingers in the blood, as if it were natural to do so. 

 “Sleep well,” Lily said with a smile. 

Lily woke panting with a sickening feeling coming over her. Then in an instant, screams filled the air as the others woke, “Beth, Beth!” the others screamed as they searched for her. Only a pile of blood lay where Beth once slept. 

Blood covered Lily’s hands. She looked at them and then ran to the water to wash them.  How could this be? I told myself it was just a dream. Why are my hands covered in blood? Where did Beth go? When Lily finished, she returned to the group and helped them look for Beth; but, they never found her. 

After a while, they had given up hope on finding Beth. Lily sat on the beach staring at the waves, trying to push away her feeling of guilt. I smiled and laughed as she died. What’s wrong with me? 

  The next night the demon killed John. Lily laughed and danced around the tree as his feet dangled in the air.  Every night the demon killed another person, and the excitement in Lily grew with each kill. The dreams excited her.  The demon strangled Abigail. That one didn’t excite Lily as much as the other ones had. She found she enjoyed watching the blood pour from the victims far better. He even let her cut off Michael’s head. Oh, how exciting it was to slice through his neck as the blood splatter upon her face. Why am I acting this way? Something or someone unlocked this – my want for blood and death. 

On the fifth day, the beach was silent when Lily woke. She was alone. The only sounds she heard were the lapping of the waves, the beat of her heart echoing in her ears, and the voice. Still, the voice called to her once again. 

“Who are you?” Lily called out. “Why are you giving me these dreams?” 

The winds stopped as the voice fell silent. Lily was the only one left. Was this demon coming for her now? What did it want with her?   

Lily walked into the woods hoping to find what was hunting her and kill it before it could kill her. She found a stick and took out her red pocket knife. She sat on a nearby stump and sharpened it, thinking she needed something to defend herself if she ran into this demon figure. She walked for hours as the sun rays burned her back; Lily knew it was late afternoon. She kept walking, thinking she should turn around and go back.. She could be back at the beach by nightfall; but, then she came to an abandoned cabin. It was a wooden cabin, and the stench of rotting flesh filled the surrounding air. It turned Lily’s stomach, and she turned away to vomit. The smell before had excited her; but, this was far too pungent. She growled, “Get it together.” Shame came across her face. This smell should excite her and not make her sick. She was not expecting the smell to be that pungent. After a few long moments, she regained her passion, her excitement, and explored the cabin. 

She grabbed the doorknob but pulled away as blood was covering it. The blood shocked her; but, it did not faze her. She entered the cabin and let out a gasp as she saw the bodies of her fallen peers hanging in various positions. Abigail sat in the center of the room in a rusted steel chair with straps confining her to the chair. Weapons of torture lay all around the workshop. Michael’s body lay on a wooden table with two clamps holding his head in place. Beth lay on another table, a metal one, and poor John. He dismembered John’s body and placed each body part in a glass jar. Her hands shook as she examined the jars. This is insane. Get out! Get out now! 

Winds came rushing in behind her as the door opened. She turned to see a figure standing there watching her. “Welcome home, Lily. Are you here to join me or just watch as you do in your dreams?” he asked. 

Lily froze in place. Part of her wanted to run – run back to the beach and away from this creature, but another part wanted more. Another part of her wanted to stay. She wanted to stay and explore, experiment, and kill. Holy God, she was becoming a monster. 

The shadow moved toward her, sensing her inner turmoil, “That’s a good girl. I can tell how excited you are. We’ve been waiting for you.” 

Lily smirked, for she knew this shadow of a man would not hurt her. He wanted her to help him. Help him, yes, I want to help him.  

“Now go home and dream of more victims for me,” he commanded. 

The next morning, she woke up back in her bed at home. Was this a dream? She walked into her living room and turned on the news. 

The reporter spoke, “Yes that is correct 199 passengers on flight 532 confirmed dead.” 

She gasped as she felt a cool breeze rush through her apartment. “Lily….” The voice was back. She turned around as the shadow figure was in her doorway.

Check out Nancy’s latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem #people #acceptance #love #beliefs #friends #lossing #death #horror #slasher #shortstory

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

I am Strong

lady in beach silhouette during daytime photography
Photo by Jill Wellington on Pexels.com
I am strong.
I will prevail.
I am powerful.
My words can move mountains.
My words can tear people down.
I chose to lift them up.

I am strong.
I am loved.
I am beautiful.
My words can move mountains.
My words can tear people down.
I chose to lift them up.



Check out Nancy’s latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem people #acceptance #love #beliefs #friends #lossing

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

What Depression Feels Like

woman in bathtub in grayscale photog
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
The water is so warm around me.
Fills me with such warmth and love.
Slowly I feel it move,
Down and down, it goes.
The cold hitting my body 
As the warmth recedes 
Soon I am laying in a cold bath,
Wondering where the warmth has gone.

A good friend once told me that this is how depression feels. I do not have depression. I have anxiety. But I thought it was an interesting metaphor for depression. I wanted to write it down to give some awareness. He said once the cold hits you, you feel like the warmth will never come back.

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

I Lost a Friend Today

silhouette photo of woman against during golden hour
Photo by Jill Wellington on Pexels.com
I Lost a Friend Today
I lost a friend today.
I should feel sad,
But I don’t.

I lost a friend today.
I should be sad, 
But I am glad.

Words were exchanged,
And I held my own.
Words were exchanged,
And I held my own.

No matter who you are,
There is a time and a place.
Friends should support others.
Those closest to you should support you.
When they don’t it is time to remove them from your life.

Everyone in your boat may not be rowing for you, but against you.
As your success grows, their loyalty fades.
They would rather push you down, than see you succeed.

So today I lost a friend,
And I am happy!

But I wish it were easier to make and keep friends. 
Maybe there is something wrong with me.

Check out Nancy’s latest book:

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

I See the Phone

I see the phone,
I could pick it up and call.
I could message more, but
I am paralyzed.

I twirl my hair till there is a mark on my fingers
and my hair curls from all the twirling.
My heart races, and I can’t breathe,
Still life carries on.

I do not call, 
I hate the phone, 
I try to message, 
But I think I am a bother.

This is anxiety. 
Check out Nancy's latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem people #acceptance #love #beliefs #friends #lossing

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

Nathan Masen-McCray (Indie Writer)

How we met?

I really enjoy reading works from other indie writers. Here is one that I have read. I met Nathan on Facebook. We were in the same Role Play group. And for those of you who do not know, written Role play is a wonderful way to develop stories with other writers. Sometimes when I have writer’s block, I Role Play something different than the story I am writing and get my thoughts going. Well, I met Nathan in a Role play group many years ago. At that time, I only had one book out, Birth After Miscarriage, but I was working on novels and so was Nathan.

The intro to his first story:

Welcome to my very first story. I’ll admit that this isn’t the most
traditional way to write a novel, which is why I wanted to
explain the reason I wrote it this way.
I’ve tried to write a book in an old-fashioned manner
by using complicated words people usually skip over
instead of taking the time to pronounce.
This way, on the other hand, was so much easier for me.
And from beta readers, I’ve been told it is easier to
understand. The words don’t exactly have to be
extravagant, making the story so convoluted (hard to
follow.) I can focus on moving the story along because
I can visualize it like my own little movie.
I hope my writing style helps you, the reader (and potential
fan), understand and visualize the story as it is intended.
Thank you and enjoy!!
~ Nathan Masen-McCray

If you are interested in more:

Here is his website: https://masenmccray.wixsite.com/masenmccray

Masen Shayfold has always wanted to live in a world filled with magic and fairy tales, especially his personal favorite, Sleeping Beauty.
In a small New England town, on a search to find his birth parents, Masen finds a hidden haven filled with magic and classic characters from various legends and fairy tales. He finally gets exactly what he’s always wished for when he discovers that his birth mother is the origin of his favorite tale.
Masen finally has everything he’s always wanted; family, a chance to create life, and the promise of True Love. . . But he and Braeghn are embarking on a journey that neither of them is prepared for. Braeghn’s never known how to be the dependable one because no one has ever put him in the position to do so. Now, both of them must depend on one another and prepare themselves for the joys of mother—and father—hood. However, looming shadows of doubt and fear are seeking to destroy everything in their future.

Can Braeghn defeat the shadows of his dark past, or will it destroy his chance at happiness? Is Masen fully capable to take care of this child alone if Braeghn can’t step up? Is their love strong enough to keep them together, or will everything fall apart?
For the first time ever, readers of The Enchanted Saga can own the first two chapters of Masen’s happy beginning. This edition, volume one of The Enchanted Saga, collects the first two books in the series—Enchanted: A Happy Beginning & Wonderstruck: An Enchanted Sequel—as well as a special prequel story titled Disenchanted!
Before I ever wanted to become an author, I wrote poems. I was very young and was going through a very emotional time in my life. I lived in very rough living situations, was in the closet about my sexuality, and had no outlet for the conflicting things I was feeling. It wasn’t until my 10th grade English teacher, Ms. Crowe, assigned my class to write poems… that I found my outlet. It was only a matter of time before I diverged from the assigned poems we had to write, to writing my own poems filled with love, pain, and inspiration. Now, for the first time in nine years, I have decided to share my raw poetry with everyone, directly from the pages of the original composition journal! I hope these poems allow you to understand what I have been through and how it has made me the warrior I am today!

Check out Nancy’s latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily  #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity  #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook  #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love  #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems  #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife  #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers  #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write  #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun  #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem people #acceptance  #love 

#beliefs #friends #lossing

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

Give up?

Give up?

My heart is open,
The doors are too.
But only one is knocking,
Only one is calling.

Is this the point when you give up?
Is this the point when you need to stop?

The leaves turn from green to brown
And then fall away and die.
They can no longer fight change than i.

Is this the time to let go?
Allow others to leave your life?
Pray they coming knocking?
Leave it up to them?

Will they know that I care?
To is it too late for that?

My heart is open,
The doors are too.
But only one is knocking,
Only one is calling.



Check out Nancy's latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem people #acceptance #love #beliefs #friends #lossing

Processing…
Success! You're on the list.

Check out Nancy’s latest book:
Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind and The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve
This is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories, and art. I hope you enjoy them.

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09YYKHG6S

The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GNBLGVR
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Matthew https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HKJ57FM
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Justin https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092JPL3HP
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8GW9SC8
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Annabelle (Coming Soon)
The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Marius (Coming Soon)

The Creed of the Chronauts- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B8WKXJSD

#poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writersroutine #newbook #Poetress #Poetry #NancyAnn #Friendship #birth #loss #love #stories #prose #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poem #poems #poemsporn #poemsdaily #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #writing #writer #writingcommunity #writerslife #writers #writingprompts #writinginspiration #writingtips #write #writersconnection #moving #flowers #petals #sun #ceasetheday #passion #sun #carpediem people #acceptance #love #beliefs #friends #lossing

The Lady of Lake Caidhreamh collaí — Silvanna Snow

The Lady of Lake Caidhreamh collaí What should expect from this book? Sex, smut and lots of it. I hope you enjoy!If you are under 18, you should not be reading this. It is marked Mature and 18+ THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT! ALL RIGHTS ARE OWNED BY SILVANNA SNOW. I hope to write a […]

The Lady of Lake Caidhreamh collaí — Silvanna Snow