Belles's profile
AGE:
44
LOC: Germany
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 09
LOC: Germany
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 09
What can I say, I love to write, but I have very poor grammar skills. Believe me I’ve tried every trick, but I think the problem is that I grew up far-sighted instead of near-sighted which would have been far more practical. I love reading other people’s work and do my best to be helpful and insightful. You should know, I’m “that” girl who everyone called crazy. Until one day I yelled “Stop saying that!” I love animals, but like Darla in Finding Nemo, I’m totally ill equipped to take care of anything that needs more than gratuitous attention. I still somehow managed to have two well-adjusted children and a wonderful husband. I do everything sporadically, eat, sleep, exercise, and write. Writing, however has stayed with me throughout my …
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THE QUELLE The water bubbled up from some depth deep inside a Quelle, which gurgled warm healing water. The rectangular pool, with it’s blue and white tiles and bubbling fountain were all a fascade. The water hissed out like a snake and in the gracious cool rain, it steamed. The trip to Bad Homburg could be written up in the ugly American style guide, as a bumbling attempt to fit in. I had planned the trip for a month, but it was my first foray out in Germany alone. My attempts to buy a ticke...
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The End of Summer The bus arrived at 8:45am just as Summer arrived on the curb outside her apartment. It was one of those cold clear days that cause sinus headaches. “You’re going to be late.” Matt, the bus driver said as he closed the electrical doors. “I know. Don’t remind me.” Summer raised her arm like a one armed bandit, and layered the air with Heavenly Scent cologne and then dug in her purse and applied brick-colored lipstick generously on her lips. Two grandmothers complete with blue ...
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The bus arrived at 8:45am just as Summer arrived on the curb outside her apartment. It was one of those cold clear days that cause sinus headaches. “You’re going to be late.” Matt, the bus driver said as he closed the electrical doors. “I know. Don’t remind me.” Summer raised her arm like a one armed bandit, and layered the air with Heavenly Scent cologne and then dug in her purse and applied brick-colored lipstick generously on her lips. Two grandmothers complete with blue hair and carts lo...
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Lahra sat on the floor by the side of her mother’s bed with her legs folded under her, staring up at her mother reading in her rocking chair from her gold trimmed bible. Lahra’s leg cramps were worse and her knees had creases in them from sitting on the pile carpet since ten o’clock. She felt thirsty and her eyes were slipping closed as if on greased hinges. Not long now, she told herself, as she leaned her shoulder into the soft mattress doing her best to prop herself up. The clock’s face wa...
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The dishwashers in their torn t-shirts and filthy aprons, smoking by the dumpster behind the Burger King, called him the old cape verdian, behind his back. His still black hair combed in slivers, left little room between the severe part and his ear. He walked pulling the silver lever of his cane, back and forth, working a dip into his strides, most days, but he was not himself today. Carla was working, but didn’t hear Dom’s comment about the thermostat, as he swayed to the counter, his unstea...
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Your essay is very interesting. It just drops off at the end. I'm not sure if the last sentence was cut off. If you're still writing. It is interesting. You might be able to get it published as an essay, but I think you would have to use more colorful characterization, put us in Chicago. Or since I don't know what your ending is, maybe there is something there that would be a discovery, that would make the piece lift above, "general interest" to specific. "Being Chicano in Chicago....an indiv...
this held my interest and it is well written, I would drop the first sentence because it is misleading and then lead in with the second sentence, as in "Griff sat silently.." Good luck, I think you have something here, so good luck and keep writing. Belles
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