Denishea Young 

Today, October 8, 2024, I walked into my home ready to put down my bookbag, lunch bag and jacket into/onto their designated spots. And then

Fred was astounded the cat had just laid full out on his lap and now it was making a god awful rumbling sound. He briefly wondered if it was

Demon wanted out of this hellhole. She wondered yet again just how she had allowed herself to be caught in such a place. Thinking back she

For a moment there was silence. It didn’t last long before the barking interwoven with plaintive meows and other unidentifiable animal noise

Fred was a writer. Particularly fantasy/sci-fi adventures. He was well known in the fan-fiction industry as the guy whose material you just

I’m conflicted on the usage of AI. I think it is a great tool that can overcome the barrier for many people between imagination and creation

Discover a poignant story of a near miss with a car accident that led to a profound realization about life, fear, and the will to keep livin

Denishea opened the door and walked into the dark space. Each of her footsteps echoed in the space marking her passage across the empty stag

An announcement of being back and an update on what's been going on and what will be going on.

Even writers need to take a break and so the summer shall be my time.

A spider never has to try very hard to convince a fly to come by.

Tools that make life easier are often unnoticed until they are no longer available. This is the discovery I made about my pen.

Embark on a journey through the writing world as the author conquers fear and insecurity to share their creativity with the world.

A poem about trying to find an exact paint color and being overwhelmed by all the paint options.

A poem written during the 30 day Poetry Challenge. It talks about having to much to do and not enough time to do it all in.

A funny and engaging poem about not needing/wanting any new friends through the lens of water and oil.

April is here and so begins the 2024, 30 day Poetry Challenge. Enjoy reading my first poem of the month and learning what NaPoWriMo means.

A commiseration about the joys and woos of moving from one community to another.

An update of life and a brief overview of what can be expected in the year 2024.