About SkyGypsy

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What is there to say, it's all in the work...at least I hope it is or I am doing something wrong. I've been making up stories and poems since before I could actually read.

I am: sarcastic, a little crazy (mostly in a good way), going to be 40 soon (and I don't care), silly, dark, goofy. Okay, I am a study in contradictions, it makes me more fun to talk to. I can hear all my friends saying NO it does not! I tend to be a little on the sweary side, okay a lot on the sweary side. If you don't like that, then don't look, okay? I don't censor myself for other people's pleasure. I am what I am...and that is the end of it.

Name:
Holly
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Age:
44
Local Time:
06 Dec 2019 23:50

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Who Do You Trust?

Who do you trust when you can't tell what's real and what's not? Who is really here, who did my head make up? Is the man with the drugs and the questions real? Are the noises, the lights real or imagined, hallucinated? I know the sleep deprivation is real, that much I know, but is someone really waking me up, or am I doing it to myself? Are they reading what I write, if they are real? He's...

Added 30 Mar 2015 | Category Horror | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 813 | 2 Comments

Take Care

“Gilli, what did you do?” “I'm fine, really.” “No, sweetheart, you aren't. I can see it in your eyes. Let me see.” He gently takes her hand and cradles it in his. He hisses in empathetic pain. “Okay, not nothing, love." He gently wraps her burnt hand in a cool, wet tea towel and leads her to the kitchen table. “Sit, Gilli, I’ll be back in a minute with the first aid kit.” She...

Added 28 Mar 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 613 | 5 Comments

Recommended Read Rusty, the Screen Door it Slams

Rusty, the screen door it slams. “Ya’ll be careful out there, please.” Momma yells. Rusty, the screen door it slams as Momma ushers us outside. “Little pitchers.” Momma says to Daddy. Rusty, the screen door it slams as Daddy sends us outside. “Daddy doesn't feel well.” Rusty, the screen door it slams as Sissy runs off. “I don’t care what you think, I love him.” She yells, loud enough...

Added 27 Mar 2015 | Category Young Adult | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 703 | 4 Comments

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