RAMichaels

RAMichaels

Check out this writer and her book at the following link: https://www.wattpad.com/1234236476-i-never-stopped-thinking-of-you-chapter-10-lihn%27s

RAMichaels

@writer987699 you are very welcome!
Svar

writer987699

@RAMichaels oh my god thank you! It's so sweet ur promoting my book without even asking 
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Svar

RAMichaels

Hello everyone, 
          
          Can anyone tell me the title of this poem below?
          
          
          It is dawn, traffic is light but the air, musky with rain.
          
          Thick moisture, thicker sky enraged, dark night, darker minds stain.
          
          85 unremarkably quiet, dark sky pours sharks and stingrays.
          
          Jet black s40 indeed very sporty, built not to cross heavy water ways.
          
          
          Yet lone Soldier must tread menacing floods, post far in horizon.
          
          Although very early, already ghastly morning to have.
          
          All signs point to stay home but duty calls.
          
          Driving from home to Benning, unusual tedious two-hour drive.
          
          Soldier was resolved, in less than two that daybreak.
          
          Who would think that way one might query?
          
          Someone traversing a bad journey.
          
          All on the line mindset, no lateness to take.
          
          
          Nights before barely slept, laid half-awake in rocking chair.
          
          Suffered with insomnia since her return from the Middle-East.
          
          Now sore in the neck, back shooting pain, eyes shifting every which where.
          
          Brave whimsical Soldier, Benning before Reveille unforgettably echoes.
          
          
          Flooded, grizzly gloom, empty roads.
          
          Beaut courses through glum, submerged interstate -
          
          Rain drops on thin windshield like bullets, from a not so distant war. 
          
          Her PTSD kicks in, as she strives to dodge each one from Thor. 
          
          
          Panic seeps under her skin like a rancid rash from George Romero's Zombies.
          
          Computes in her head, combat boot on gas pedal, she accelerates.
          
          "It is almost 5:30," G.I. Rome whispered to herself,
          
          "If not by Grady before 5:45, will never make it."
          
          
          Ah these gravely famous last words, such spit...
          
          Skidding, veering, struggling to keep the reins.
          
          Tiny car spins, light blurring by, wheel whipping from beneath her shaking hands.
          
          S40 middle finger lifted sharply, braces herself for life's worst.
          
          
          While loved but lonesome deluged V-beaut...

RAMichaels

Thank you so much to my 123 followers so far...you mean so much to me.  I hope you like my stories and comment, comment, comment. Let me know which characters are your favorite ones and why. Share it with the world if you like any of my stories.  I welcome all feedback! 
          
          Cheers, 
          
          Ra~

RAMichaels

Hello lovelies!
          
          I am looking for illustrators for four of my stories: "The Loyal Friend", "Christo the Mermaid Watcher", "Sky the Movie Maker", and "13 Creepy Shorts to Evil For"
          
          Also I would like to request a full design artwork of Art Duly, the MC in "Art the Alien Werewolf".
          
          Let me know if you are interested or know someone who is talented enough to contribute to my stories. They will be compensated and receive full credit for illustrations. 
          
          Cheers,
          
          Mille bisous❤❤❤

RAMichaels

A little bit about my storytelling background:
          
          So in my native culture before one starts a story, you must begin with the word "Krik?" to announce that you will be entertaining your audience in storytelling. By the way, storytelling is an art as well as a favorite pastime of mine growing up. It took place after supper in a backyard, rooftop, or any space big and inviting enough for a large group of family, friends, children and adults alike to sit comfortably to listen to tragic cautionary tales from start to finish. The storyteller starts by calling out to the group "Krik?" as loud as they can, and the crowd must reply with a thunderous "Krak" which means they are ready to immerse themselves in whatever world the Storyteller will take them to. Most of my stories especially my flash action stories usually starts with "Krik?" Hoping my readers wherever they may be have responded with "Krak" to have agreed to the challenge to join me on a journey to read my stories.