Dawn Earnshaw
Bio
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
Stories (196/0)
This is Me.
I didn’t know I was poor until I grew up. I didn’t know the cheese I ate was from the government or how my name hung somewhere on a Christmas tree in some church. I didn’t know I was just a yellow star amongst a hundred yellow stars that someone picked off and took home....I didn’t know until I got older. I didn’t know that the food I ate was because it was all there was or that sometimes the house was extra cold for the night because the electricity was turned off. I didn’t know that the light switch was just a meter counting every second in currency or how mom stressed and struggled to pay the bills....I didn’t know until I could hear her crying on the other side of the bathroom door. I didn’t know the house I lived in in kindergarten was where the poor kids lived.... I didn’t know until I grew up and someone told me.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Humans
Dazed.
Outside was unknown to her but she could see a glimpse of him though his last window in his bedroom. It was a strange bedroom you could feel and smell his body odour. I would look through the window to watch him work, he was a writer of poetry, history and philosophy. When the the skies were dancing and the moon shone bright, he would go into the woods singing with the wolves as a pack in the night. I would close my eyes and look through the last window. I could see him playing like a child in the woods singing Auld- Lang- Syne. He had a piece of coal in his hand and opened all the doors and windows wishing all good spells and happy new beginnings but, the window in his bedroom doesn’t open or close as it’s only me that can see through the port hole of love. Falling in limerence; have you ever felt lovesick ? Felt a desire so strong for someone that thoughts of them take up every moment of your day ? Welcome to the world of limerence. We explore the complexities of love and limerence, life as a “limerent” and how to form healthy relationships. Words Georgia Nelson. From a young age, we are taught a lot of misconceptions about love. We learn that love changes the way we act, that it drives us to acts of desperation and leaves us dazed and consumed by thoughts of our beloved. To be shot by Cupid’s arrow is something we all long for. Romeo and Juliet were so in love they couldn’t live without one another. Carrie loved Big so much she was willing to accept the bare minimum affection in return and revolve her entire life around him. Don’t get me wrong — I adore Sex and the City, and Carrie Bradshaw is one of the reasons I became a writer. But I never understood why she chose Big. To me, it didn’t look like love. It looked like Carrie had fallen in love with the idea of Big, put him on a pedestal and was blind to the reality that Big only gave her crumbs, never the whole cake. I’ve since come to the conclusion that it wasn’t love, it was limerence.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction