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4 contributions to The Storyteller's Path
It's Story time! Let's Create Together! 👍
Now, @Matthias Heinrich brought up the genre Object Romance and now I keep thinking of a shovel with a painted face... Strange. So, I thought it would be nice to share this strange yet creative way to make a story! I will start off writing a sentence. Then, the next person adds a sentence. And so on! Be sure to copy and paste the sentences prior! Let's see how interesting this can get! (Please keep it PG-13 rated) ❤️ Genre: Object Romance 🔥 My heart fluttered to life once I saw it! Now you! 😁
It's Story time! Let's Create Together! 👍
4 likes • Mar '25
My heart fluttered to life once I saw it! Without touching it at first I sent out a cautious but curious "Hello", no words just energy. Hello... The sensation was both alien and familiar, like a distant dream I could almost remember. The feeling just hit so hard,that i grabbed it and hugged it hard. I almost could’ve died but I’d rather be alive. It's presence was inviting me to give in, and even if my gut screamed at me that it was a dead end of a love story, It was slowly becoming irresistible... I squeezed it just a little harder and it bit me!!! "Ouch" I screamed, "Little bastard" I mumbled to myself... My daughter Elsie walked in the room "What did you do?" She asks with a curious look on her face. "Hush little one"... I whispered, "Some things are meant for my eyes and my eyes only". Elsie crossed her arms, watching me with that sharp, knowing look only children seem to master. "I wanna know what you are holding! Tell me what it is!" Intense puppy eyes and her demands broke all my defenses. Without thinking, just overcome with emotion, she turned and let her daughter see what had made her heart flutter. She said nothing, just held it out for Elsie to see. Her eyes widened as confusion slowly crept onto her face. It's real form hidden, Elsie was faced with a bizarre mirrored version of herself but much smaller and uncanny in its almost but not full copy of her features. Elsie's breath caught sharply, her eyes darting from me to the tiny reflection, "Mama...why does it have my face?" she whispered, her voice trembling with an uneasy mix of awe and fear.
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Good Afternoon - I am a mom of three (two living) and six grandchildren residing in Dallas Texas and I am looking forward to getting to know you all and excited to be a part of this group. I most recently became a co-author with 36 other authors of a project for ageless living and it has been fun and encouraging for me to now write my own book as I have wanted to for years describe my life as a child of an air force B52 tail gunner.
2 likes • Mar '25
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2 likes • Mar '25
Sounds great I put it on my calendar and plan on coming if mom remains stable I have been going back n forth to hospital its an hour away.
❤️🔥Upcoming Tuesday! ❤️🔥
This upcoming weekly meetup call on Tuesday will be me talking about authenticity! This is important with the whole process of writing your book and then promoting it! See you then! 8:30pm CET/11:30am PST on Tuesday March 18th! Are you looking forward to it like I am?! ❤️
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Sorry i missed it
Brief Story - "From Survival to Purpose: A Journey Through Grief, Resilience, and Renewal"
Born in Tampa, I spent most of my childhood moving from one place to another as the daughter of an Air Force father. Life on military bases often felt confining—almost like a prison—but as a child, I didn’t understand that feeling until I began sneaking off base to find freedom and connection with friends. As I grew older, life presented both beautiful and heartbreaking moments. I became a mother of three, but my world shattered when I lost my infant son at just four months old. That loss nearly destroyed me. As a single mother with no formal skills and only a hundred dollars to my name, I struggled to raise my two surviving children, often feeling like I was drowning in grief and hopelessness. There were times I didn’t think I’d make it, even contemplating ending it all. Now, as an adult, I’ve come to understand just how much unprocessed grief shaped nearly three decades of my life. I want to share my journey—not only the pain and loss, but also the resilience and hope that followed. My story is about survival, starting over, and finally finding the strength to transform my deepest wounds into purpose and healing.
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Debi Lynn Bs Resilience Strategist Cert. Grief Educator, empowering entrepreneurs to transform daily life disruptions into power, purpose and profits.

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