Women rarely support each other. It is hard to find women that support each other.
When I was in school, kids bullied me. My mom was the sick mom with cancer and we didn’t have a lot of money, My clothes were old and torn. Since then I had low self-esteem.
I found later that writing was something I loved. And when I found Roleplay, I made friends fast, and I didn’t believe it. Someone told me I was their best friend, and I took a long time to believe it. Because who wants me as a best friend?
When it comes to Role Play, it seemsa lot ofwomen think they must be the center of attention. In a role play, you can be anyone you want to be. I find people change who they are and use fake profiles because they are not happy with themselves.
Role Play is best when you let people be creative. We’ve had some awesome plots that were not created by admins. My friend Breen created two plots that were amazing. I know will blush if she reads this but its true.
Women should be supporting each other and encouraging each other. We should take a step back and allow others to have the spotlight on them.
Of course, this goes beyond writing and role-playing and into everything we do. Women need to support each other and lift each other up instead of tearing each other down.
My book will be free this week starting tomorrow and going until Friday.
Ramblings of the Mind, is a collection of art, poems, and thoughts. Many of my poems might be dark and depressing, but writing is how I cope with things life throws at us. When I’m frustrated, hurt, and sad, I write. It helps me cope with my feeling though not every poem will fit this description most of them will.
When I woke, I found myself in a place void of light. The darkness was overwhelming. I could sense it deep marrow of my bones in the depths of my soul. There was no love, no hope just complete darkness.
I tried to move, but I felt as if something was holding me keeping me from moving. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lack of light. If they had, I might have seen him approaching me. Shadows were everywhere. I didn’t know if I could speak out of fear of the unknown. What was he I thought? I thought I had seen the Shadow smile if that were possible.
“Who are you? Where am I?” I couldn’t believe I could speak even though my voice must have sound weak and feeble to him.
“I am The Shadow King, the Lord of The Shadow Realm and you are my slave.” he laughed. “You can’t even stand up, but that will change. You will become a ferocious warrior. I brought you here to give you a chance, a chance to be great and the only thing you can do is grieve and whimper. Don’t you want this chance? A chance to return to your loved ones. You miss them don’t you?”
He answered without giving me a chance to reply.
“You miss them because of your mortal heart, but you do not know or realize how much darkness is in your heart. You will make a great slave.” He smiles as he knew his plan was coming together. By using Maeve’s own grandson against her. Soon she will be as dark as me.
“But how will I get back to my loved ones, if I am your slave!” Each time I closed my eyes I saw her, my fairy. Maurelle was in pain. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t lose them. Where were my kids? What happened to them? “I will not lose her! I will not lose them” My mind drifted to the first time I saw her. How her wings glistened in the sunlight. She has been my light in my darkest of days but something tells me my darkest days are yet to come.
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I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.
So I was playing around with the idea of making a group to help writers. You see I am a struggling writer, who also needs help and I thought there are others out there like me. Who need advice on many things. So why not create a group to help all of us struggling writers.
I am calling it the Purple Pen, because I use a purple marker to write and I love the alliteration of Purple Pen.