Our Past Thankgiving. Empty-Nest Feeling.

This is something I meant to write sometime ago. But lacked of time for doing it. Dwelling in the past is something that we all do at one time or another in our lives. I wonder, What is this need we all have to always be looking at our past? You all can deny that…

What Being Female Means.

Being female is being delicate like a Swan but strong-minded like a Duck. It means being the “weaker” stronger sex. A female who can bear a child, and clean a home, who will also work outside, fight hours off traffic and still being on time. She can fix a broken desk, or a broken toy,…

Poema: Naci Poesia

Naci poesia con la pluma lista en mi boca y el color lapizlazuli surcando en el hueco profundo de mis venas.   Naci de España y de Esparta…. Antes guerrera que esa dulcinea manza.   El sol sobre mi piel morena sabe a miel de abeja pura no de las enlatadas de America.   Y mis versos…

ABOUT “BELIEVING IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT”

Marge’s mom adored her husband Thomas until her last dying breath. She never regretted skipping school to go to Conney Island with Thomas, because that’s were they met and later on married. Less than a yr. later after they met they conceived Robbie, Marla’s 1st brother, which led to a magical and wonderful marriage until her dead. Something Marge wishes she would have herself one day. The same perfect union, just her parents had…]

Will Marge ever find true love? Find Mr. Right or instead a Mr. Right-now?

READ ON TO FIND THAT OUT…

MORE ABOUT THIS SHORT NOVEL SOON.

Evelyn

A Light at the End of a Tunel; Sofia meets Celeste

(Una Luz al Final del Tunel) _Evelyn Lallave-Rodriguez Scene I As Celeste’s little figure disappears down the street, an angelic bright figure stares at her, and then turns to the public with a soft smile on his/or her face. Across the street, on a street corner, Celeste is talking to a much older kid who…

Short Novel in Progress…

THIS SHORT STORY WAS INITIALLY A NOVEL I BEGAN TO WRITE FOR A WRITING CONTEST WITH NANOWRIMO.NET. SINCE THEN I HAVE MADE MANY CHANGES TO IT. SPECIALLY IN THE TITLE. ITS FIRST TITLE WAS ONE STORMY NIGHT, WHICH I AM NOW RESERVING FOR ANOTHER SHORT STORY, THEN A NOT SO QUIET WOMAN, BUT THE LAST TITLE WAS CHANGED TO THE QUIET WOMAN, LIKE THE NAME OF A NICE RESTAURANT IN CALI. THERE’S A DANIEL STEEL THAT HAS THE SAME NAME AND EVEN SIMILAR CONTENT, BUT I CAN’T ASSURE YOU I DID NOT COPIED FROM HER AND OBVIOUSLY SHE DID NOT COPIED FROM ME. 🙂 NEVER THE LESS, I THINK THIS NEW TITLE FITS MY SHORT STORY BETTER. ENJOY THE READING!

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EVELYN R.L.

Run Away Children; Why nobody cares?

When a child leaves their home and turns to the streets we often blame it to bad or reckless parenting. No one wants to be on the side of the parents and tell them where their children is. They think they are protecting that “poor run away kid”, who is probably running away from a…