Shout out to Fandom Fanatic

I went to my email today and saw the most amazing thing!  Someone wrote the greatest things about my writing on Fandom Fanatic.  I just wanted to thank them for taking the time to spotlight my work.  Writing is really growing into a part time job for me and is become a labor of love!  I love being creative and sharing my stories and giving readers the chance to interact with me and see what's going on in my head.  

Anyways thank you so much to whom ever wrote such sweet things!  

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Little Ebony

This is for my daughter

As I watch her run in the grass

I smile as her warm brown eyes dance as she spins around playing in the sunshine

My little girl

In her sundress colored lavender with ruffles all around

My sweet baby with her infectious giggle that everyone adores

Ebony which beautifully depicts what she is and who she will embody

Ebony

Black and beautiful

Mommy’s beautiful little angel

Watching over me turning what should’ve been memories into mere dreams …

Ebony

I would’ve named her Ebony

Five months from now and her daddy would’ve loved her

Ebony

He would’ve kissed each of your tiny fingers and toes

He would tattooed your name across his heart

He would’ve taken on the world for you

For Us

Ebony Chante

Perfect

Mommy would’ve called you her little miracle that forced her way into the world

Conceived into a fickle unwilling womb

Made in love

Ebony

I know you were there

I felt you move

But I didn’t tell anyone

Not even your daddy

Who I swear to God would have loved you

Ebony

Mommy’s tummy got hard and she still denied you out of fear

I remember how it felt when you left me

Empty and alone

Mommy took a test when she knew you had gone

Oh Ebony I miss you so …

Now more than ever

Because daddy’s gone and I fear he’ll never

He’ll never get the chance to talk to you like did

He’ll never get the chance to love you

He’ll never her me say

Ebony Chante

Perfect in every way

Her smile

Her laugh

And the silly things she say

I will love you everyday

Ebony Chante

Originial Story: Wide Awake

Song One

She said to me

I hate that there’s no

Hap -pily ever after

Not here for me

Said it’s best if I just leave

That I remind her of a dream she had

A long time ago

But now it seems . . .  she lost her hope

I just want to be her home

The one she loves more than life

But it seems she lost her light

Her love

Her zest for life

And now I stuck in a sea of what ifs

What if I run to you

What if take your face

And hold it in my hands

Act as I’m your man

What if I grab your waist

Hold you still in place

And make you forget your pain

I can’t . . . I can’t leave you

Like this

You were the one I’m meant to be with

I know, I know you’re hurt

I will try

To make it all

Go Away . . .

She said to me

I hate that there’s no

Hap -pily ever after

Not here for me

Said it’s best if I just leave

I remind her of a dream she had

A long time ago …

Okay this is from my story on fictionpress.com called Wide Awake.  Please, please give it a read and some reviews.  I'm trying to showcase some of my original works and would love some input.  

Contest!!

I have some sad news Ladies and Gents!

SheWolfAwards decided that it was time to bid us farewell and has now been removed from the internet.  I last night I was so upset that I actually cried over this.  The owner of that website helped a lot of people become familiar with my work.  Not only that her passion to create a better story for Leah and to "make it right" matched mine. 

By doing this the contest that I entered has now been canceled.  So I posted my pieces on fanfiction.net, please read them and let me know what you think.

PMU actually made the awesome banners that you see on this site for me.  I can not thank her enough!  I really wish she'd reconsider and place the website back out there for the world to see.  She could go on hiatus or something anyway.  I have provided the links to my new one shots.  Check them out!

The Monster Within   

Various Emotions Between Edward and Leah
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No Longer Happening :-(
Okay, I know this isn't a poem but I wanted everyone to know that I'm entering a couple of contests!
If you enjoy my writing please read the stories and vote!

Here are the links!!

http://noboundariesloveaffair.blogspot.com/

http://trickyraven.ning.com/group/if-you-ever-loved-me

After the contests are over I will let you know which one shots were mine!  

Lots of love

AJ

To Love A Liar

They may say something different but I’m here to tell you that you’re just not good enough.

Good enough for them. 

There’s something about you that just doesn’t draw them in.

Make them thirsty.

It may hurt you but it’s the truth.

You aren’t pretty. 

It may make you cry.

You aren’t smart. 

There’s always somebody better.

Better than you. 

Someone has a prettier smile, a cuter laugh, and a nicer disposition.

All around better personality and body.

Someone holds him better, their touch is softer, and their lips are fuller.

He never let you kiss him.

You are a slut. 

A slut to be had …

You’re not the same girl that he met years ago …

You’re a desperate woman clinging onto something in her past.

Something that made you happy.

Something that made you sexy. 

But it’s over now

Really over …

No more tears after this one

He wasn’t a friend, he was a liar.

A liar that you loved.

Blood on My Hands

I have blood on my hands
I have for some time
Pretending to be good and perfect
Spreading that lie
That I do no evil
Again I tell lies …

The blood on my hands can’t be washed away

I was hoping that day by day it would fade

But I was wrong and I told lies
And allowed a man between my thighs

We lay together 

We create life

But I lie, I lie, and now I cry.

For the life I denied was in my womb
I feared what others may think of me

My self view

I was unconcerned for her beating heart
Unconcerned for the life of she

So I pretended that it couldn’t be

Yet in winter I awakened with cramps

So on the bathroom on my knees …
Crying over the remains of thee

I have blood on my hands

I can’t wipe clean.