Neferitiri
Bio
A hearing impaired, physically disabled Mortuary Science college student, with a love of true crime, horror, and historical fiction. I am a wife, dog Mom, and motorcycle rider.
Dreams of becoming a well known author.<3
Cashapp: $neferitiri
Stories (20/0)
The Cremationist pt.2
Liza sipped her wine at the bar, the music and chatter filling her senses, and giving her a sense of being. Her short black skirt sat graciously at her thighs, reveling her long, toned, and tan legs. Her strapped high heels bounced with her leg every few seconds, occasionally clicking on the metal bar on the stool. Her eyes kept checking the perimeter around her, waiting for someone to strike up a conversation. The light blue button down blouse, was an enticing aspect for the specific people she was looking for.
By Neferitiri2 years ago in Fiction
The Belchies - Tina
Tina sat at her desk as the evening grew darker, the light from the lamp shined off her black framed glasses as she looked out the window overlooking the ocean. Her mind wandering to her family and friends she hadn't heard from in what felt like a lifetime. After the passing of her father only months after her divorce from Jimmy Jr., Tina felt alone and lost. She purchased a small two-story craftsman home on the beach a few towns away, and dove into her passion of writing 'Dark Romance' novels. To her surprise a local publisher had taken a vast interest in her works, and began publishing them as fast as she could write them, giving her a decent income to live on.
By Neferitiri2 years ago in Fiction
Fat girl Losing it pt1
As I write this, I am sitting at about 360lbs, not my highest, and thankfully I have a Dr. who is working with me and listening to me. I have had my struggle with Drs. I was close to this weight, maybe a little less a few years ago when I tripped and broke both of my feet. I needed reconstructive surgery if I ever wanted the chance to walk again, and that was a slim chance as it was. I gained close to 20-30lbs in the months I was confined to the wheelchair, between lack of movement and depression, it is no surprise I gained that.
By Neferitiri2 years ago in Longevity
The Ocean Calls
She sat on the shores of the beach, letting the warm sand warm her tiny pale toes, listening to the splashing of the Ocean waves as it lapped up around her. The warm sun gently bleaching her hair as she sat motionless watching the seagulls swirl in the salty air.
By Neferitiri3 years ago in Fiction
The worst job ever
A few years ago, I left a job I got right out of college. Granted neither job is what I went to school for, but after graduation, nothing in the Paralegal field was offering anything more than minimum wage. So I got a receptionist job at a manufacturing company for more than minimum, and the first Mon-Fri 8-5 job of my life.
By Neferitiri3 years ago in Confessions
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