To Love Thyself Like A Little Flower

                                    Copyright Tanya Wallace, wild violet.

My new quote

Take life like a grain of salt, the less you care about what others think about you, the more you tend to respect and care about yourself such as a little flower shrouded by the woods, unseen by some but appreciated, loved and respected by others for they know the flowers true beauty, rarity and value...quote on quote, copyright Tanya Ann Denise Wallace. 

Wallace playing "Me And Bobby Magee."

Just Some Writing Thoughts,Self Promotion and Promotion...

Not only promoted a few established writing websites in my group Beauty Of The Written Word but also joined a few of them. Will see where it goes :) If I like them will also promote them on here.

Was rather pleased when one of my posts was Favorited on twitter today by Civil Vision International :)

Check out my fabulous group of writers/readers and posters on Facebook at Beauty Of The Written Word.

The Fakes and Frauds

You know,upon much contemplation recently and silently watching as Facebook plays out,  I have to say what angers me the most is to see all these fakers, people who pretend to know of the supernatural world,who pretend to believe it exists or that they are part of it when they know nothing of it, when they have not experienced it in any way or form and yet, they pretend to know or be something they are not when those of us who are part of it, who do know well of it are scrutinized, picked apart and not believed because of these fakers..We are those who are different from the rest if humanity and that's what separates us from the rest,the great divide.

It angers me for those of us who are part of the supernatural world to be mocked simply because of these people and/or by these same very people who know naught of what it is to be part if it.

Fakers playing a game, while those of us who are part of it, silently watch this ridiculous prevaricate play out,only to be served an injustice when we do speak up because of the fakers...Those people  who cannot even show their true faces...I stand up now and say, it angers me,  despite the fact I exceed the 25th evolution of the raven...not that of the human who plays their little games and many still only on the sixth evolution,not the seventh which is in fact the sixth sense...It's fun for them,yes,because they know naught,their ignorance blinds them from truly seeing or believing for they have never delved into the unknown because they fear it but they pretend to be fearless and part of it,yes fun,but what of those who know and feel what it is like to be different or chosen and who are part of it?

A Haunting Darkness (Part 1)

I am finally back and have decided to go full force once again...

The first part of a story in which I have written. Usually I would publish them, but have decided to publish it on my own site for a change :) This is a horror and there is some graphic imagery as well as explicit language so not recommended for children. I hope you all enjoy!

                                             
                                                        A Haunting Darkness (Part 1)

As he waits in the darkness for the creature he is about to turn into, his nearby friend that soars the skies, the raven never leaving his side, will be his eyes because unlike him,his raven friend is mortal.

They said the new world was mostly made up of vampires in hiding,they, the vampires were many but to no extent of the human race who bred like parasites...

The human race had to go on as usual for without humans all would lose their food, their cravings for that wonderful warm luxurious blood that never ceased to stop...

But damn them all to hell! No he was different, part vampire by nature I suppose you could say, for he to feasted on the very blood that kept them alive, blood that allowed him also to live but no, he was no vampire, only a mere human but a savage by night...

How it all began was while in alley way one night,hunting for mere scraps out of grocery store dumpsters,something he had become familiar with as they always contained good edible food, seemingly,from out of nowhere,some men suddenly jumped out of a van. Quickly grabbing and restraining him, they covered his head and bound his feet and hands with chains.

Once released he found himself laying on a bed surrounded by scientists, who, after being held captive for well over a year, savagely being experimented on,they had managed to create a new high bred werewolf, but unlike the others who had a full body of hair and looked like a large wolf needing a full moon to change,he didn't display any of those godforsaken traits.

He did,however; have their strength, the shape of their eyes, the sheer massiveness of their bodies and their vicious thirst for blood.And it didn't matter about a full moon to his body, as long as the moon shone he could and would change.

Was he cursed? Yes, oh yes he was cursed because even the vampires could not kill him,something he wanted more than anything!

For death to arrive at his door would be a glorious dream to him, to dance with the devil, a beast he would most definitely try to kill only hoping for his own extinction." If only," he thought night after night.

It's funny now because thinking back,he once used to think when the devil comes knocking at your door,what do you say, and his usual thought up answer was,"Jesus could you get that for me,"well now, now he just thought,"Knock motherfucker knock!"






Copyright © 2013 Tanya Wallace

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