Nancy Ann Creed

  Photo by PNW Production on Pexels.com Wanting to be Known The threshold of the door is wide and bright, A circle gathers, laughing in the glow, And I am here, caught somewhere in the light, Desiring more than just the names I know. I see the surface, beautiful and clear, The pleasant currents where we dive and play, But oh, I want the ocean deep from here— I want to wash the quiet guard away. I want the late-night, sitting-on-the-floor, Unvarnished truths, the fears we never speak, To open wide the heavy, bolted door, And show the places where the walls are weak. I long for ties that weather through the storm, The kind of tether time cannot undo, Where sitting in the silence keeps us warm, And being known means being valued, too. But heavy armor isn't easily shed, And stepping closer feels like stepping blind. The words I mean to say stay in my head, While careful, safer phrases wait behind. It is so hard to pull the veil aside, To offer up the soft, unshielded p...

  Photo by Priscilla Du Preez 🇨🇦 on Unsplash To My 4 Readers: You Are My Ultimate Motivation Every now and then, people look at the analytics of a small blog, and I read the report, and it says, “4” next to the blog. But to me? That doesn’t matter at all. The point isn't about massive, viral numbers. The point is that someone out there is genuinely interested in my work. When I look at those numbers, I don't see a small statistic—I see real individuals who chose to take a few minutes out of their busy days to step into my world. Whether you came for the poetry or the stories, you took the time to read it. And from the bottom of my heart, I pray that you truly enjoyed it and that you want to read more. The Reality of the Writing Dream We’ve all heard the complaints in the writing community: "I'm just not making a lot of money doing this." And sure, of course I want to sell books! Writing is an investment. Between hiring professional ed...

 Maeve is finally free—but at what cost? Follow her journey from a quiet life of motherhood into the dark, predatory heart of the Shadow Realm. Experience the beginning of a war that spans worlds and the transformation that changes everything. Get sucked into the darkness. Check out the link below to continue the journey: The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maeve https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd Chapter 1 The Great War Many years ago, darkness tore apart the worlds. They called it the Great War, for it was massive and involved all the realms of each world. Enemies on either side grew their armies for battle with heavy casualties. New allies formed out of this bloodshed while old ones crumbled.  The world of the Faye changed forever as their king descended into madness. His name was Julian. He once was a loving ruler, but those times were long gone. The pages written of him now are full of rage, blood, and hatred. Hatred for his children who grew to love ...

MAEVE https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd MATTHEW https://books2read.com/u/bzNZYj JUSTIN https://books2read.com/u/mBKzLZ MAURELLE https://books2read.com/u/bzN19D ANNBELLE https://books2read.com/u/bWqEkx Carillon https://books2read.com/u/38anZV

    The severe understaffing, a direct consequence of only a handful of TSA agents reporting for duty, plunged the airport into a state of total disarray. We found ourselves navigating a chaotic environment as we desperately tried to clear security and reach our gate in time for the flight home to Evansville. While our initial itinerary had us departing at 7:00 AM, the rising tide of news regarding the government shutdown and its crippling effect on airport operations prompted a last-minute change in strategy. After reviewing the mounting flight delays, we made the collective decision to head to the airport much earlier, aiming for a 5:00 AM arrival. This required us to summon a Lyft from our hotel at the incredibly early hour of 4:30 AM. Upon our arrival at the terminal, the sheer magnitude of the crowd was staggering. I had harbored an assumption that a major international hub like Atlanta would surely have multiple checkpoints open to manage the flow, but the realit...

  To start, I want to express what a wonderful experience this has been. It has truly revitalized my passion for education and reignited a fire in my heart. GO REVEUR  (That is my house and the best house!)  First Impressions: Energy and Environment Upon entering the school, we were greeted by an incredible sight: students lined the hallways, waving warmly and offering a heartfelt welcome. Their remarkable poise was immediately evident; they looked us directly in the eye with firm handshakes, contributing to an atmosphere electrified by the staff’s palpable energy. It is clearly an environment where emotional support for both students and staff is a top priority—a transformative experience that I believe every educator should have the opportunity to witness firsthand. We eventually made our way into the "heart" of the school: a grand rotunda where a student band performed at the front. The physical appearance of the facility—a former warehouse in down...