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Traci E. Langston
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Writing can be therapy, insanity or both. Here is my mind, my dreams, my fears, my thoughts, my life laid bare to share with you. Enjoy the journey into what is at once my blog, diary and world, and don't forget to tip your guide.
Stories (62/0)
We Have A President. Content Warning.
I would like to take a moment to remind the people of America that we have a President. We do not have a king, dictator or other form of leader. The President of the United States is an elected official and therefore a public servant. He is there to serve our wants, needs and desires. He is not a supreme being where every word he states is law.
By Traci E. Langstonabout a month ago in The Swamp
I Am A Dragon - hear me roar
In the beginning the men ruled the villages across the land. They carried their swords and were proud. The fields grew great with food and they were always victorious in the hunt. Their walls were filled with the trophies that showed they were true men. They drank their ales and slapped each other on the back praising themselves for how big and strong they were. And the dragons watched.
By Traci E. Langston5 months ago in History
A Cold Bleakness
The snow squeaks under the boots of the men walking across the field. It is so frozen that it crushes against itself. Sometimes they step onto a soft spot and sink into the powdery white. They laugh and continue onward to the tree line. Their breath mingles with the cold air making clouds of white that match the wintery floor.
By Traci E. Langston6 months ago in Fiction
Dear Reader
To Whom It May Concern: I am very sad and I don’t know who to talk to. People ignore me all the time. I used to be important. I was a part of their daily lives. I had value. Now I lay abandoned. Forgotten but for a few true caring souls that remember what I have to offer. To them I am a priceless treasure that makes the world a much better place in which to live.
By Traci E. Langston6 months ago in Fiction
The Hole
I walk along the edge. The day is sunny and warm. There is a slight breeze and the birds are singing. But I see them but can’t find pleasure in the day. It is coming. I feel it. I feel almost powerless to stop it. A bout of depression is slowly stalking me.
By Traci E. Langston7 months ago in Psyche
Maybe D.B. Cooper
There has been a lot of discussion over the last fifty years as to the true identity of D.B. Cooper. A notorious and infamous skyjacker who got away with $200,000 in 1971 by parachuting out of the back of an airliner. Everyone speculates whether or not he even survived and if he did, where did he go? But the big question has always been what is his real name?
By Traci E. Langston11 months ago in Criminal
Big Dreams
My teacher looked down at me with a condescending smile and that nod with a slight head tilt that adults get when they are trying to placate a child. She didn’t believe what she had just said to me. But worse than that she didn’t believe what I had said. Not that she thought I had lied, but that she had no faith in the statement I had made to her.
By Traci E. Langston11 months ago in Writers