Tigra's profile
AGE:
38
LOC: Canada
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 16
LOC: Canada
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 16
Since the age of ten I have written…a snippet here a short story there. It seems I have always been working the wordsmith loom.
I am a Canadian writer, I live on the west coast, and the sea has always been part of my life. I live not two minutes away from the waves and froth, and I often hear the bark of seals off my back porch. Something I hold most sacred. There are many quail, rabbits and frogs here which delight me whenever I am lucky enough to see them.
I am an island girl through and through, I moved away once to Calgary Alberta and now that I am back I know I will never move again. The island and everything it offers is too ingrained in me. When I was away, I could hear the call of the sea and forest beckoning me back dee…
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She pushed open the glass door, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the high pitched tinkle of the golden bell above her head, as it announced her presence. “Excuse me, you…behind the counter?” “Yes ma’am, how can I be of service?” He looked down his long nose through round spectacles. “I want one of those things for my husband.” “To which are you referring Ma’am?” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, one of those things tha...
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My mouth starts to water as I see the waitress sauntering in my direction, my gaze fixed on the plate that becomes an extension of her hand. I can see a little piece of chocolate heaven peeking over the side as she draws closer. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she sets the culinary masterpiece before me and I drink in its beauty. The cut of the piece shows the brilliant confidence of the server, knife in hand, searching out the perfect dimension. The chocolate gives a burst of sce...
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Insomnia swaggers into my room And lays down beside me Whispering of dreams I should be having… Tightening his ever present grip He suffocates me with wakefulness And throws sand in my eyes… Oh blackest night Tie me in the bed covers Dispel my misery… Minutes tick by He begins snoring My thoughts flutter out of reach…
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The rain pelted down on Lizzy’s head as the crowd gathered in the town square. She could see people waiting under overhanging roofs, standing on boxes, while others peered out windows, all trying to get a better view. What were they looking at? “Pa what’s all this for?” Lizzy asked “Hush child, hurry it up now.” He maneuvered her throughout the crowd, his great bulk, demanding attention. Lizzy looked around, trying to gather the meaning of the commotion. Wh...
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I looked at my watch mid stride, not slowing for a moment as I walked over the concrete sidewalk. The busy street held none of my interest today, or the shop windows that beckoned my right side. Five more minutes and I would be late for my interview. I am one of those people who hate to be late. Most times when faced with an appointment of any kind I would arrive at least five minutes before, if not the more pleasing ten. Being late affects me, not like other people, for I have asked many and...
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When I don the black apron, it becomes A marsupial extension of my being, But I have seen The marijuana’s red penumbra rim her eyes, The constellation of needle pricks across her Tender, tanned arms----Above are my favorite lines...you have given such imagery to this piece it is amazing! The Grove of Academe is now a ghetto now.---I don't like this line because it has the word 'now' in it twice. Fantastic job...I am putting this in my favorites. Tigra
wow this guy larsson seems to be one hell of a tough dude. He reminds me of 'Dog, the bounty hunter' if you don't know who that is do a google search on him and you will get the picture. I think this could be an interesting story. Tigra
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