Nancy Ann Creed

  The Mirror's Truth I know I am not good enough, I do not need others telling me that. I know my flaws and shortcomings, I see them every day in the mirror. But I am also aware of my strengths, Of the things I am good at. I know that I can achieve great things, If I just believe in myself. So I will not let others' words Defeat me or make me feel worthless. I will not let them define me, Or tell me who I am. I am my own person, With my own unique journey to walk. I will not let anyone else Stand in my way. I will keep moving forward, Even when it is hard. I will keep believing in myself, Even when others don't. Because I know that I am good enough, Even if they don't. More Writings by Nancy Ann Carber The Shadow Realm Chronicles Maeve Ebooks http://payhip.com/NancyAnnCreed Ebooks & Paperbacks Maeve http://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd

  The Shadow in the Room My words mean nothing, they drift like falling leaves, Unheard and unvalued, while my spirit grieves,  speak into the vacuum of your cold indifference, Finding no echo, no bridge, no deliverance. My heart means nothing, it's a pulse, a quiet plea, For a glimmer of worth that you refuse to see, Beating against the cage of your neglectful gaze, Lost in the fog of these hollow, endless days. You do what you want, in your self-centered tide, With little care for me, or the pain I must hide, Sweeping through the hours with a callous disregard, While I am left to mend what you have torn and scarred. Significance fades, I am sealed by fate, An afterthought wrapped in isolation's state, Waiting on the periphery of your vibrant world, Like a banner forgotten, forever left unfurled. Until you need something, a favor to lend, Then I am important, a convenient friend, Suddenly the shadow gains a sudden, sharp light, And I am summoned briefly from t...

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  For a long time, I participated in the Goodreads book challenge, a digital ritual where you commit to a specific number of books to read over the course of a year. Initially, it seemed like a harmless way to track my progress and stay motivated. However, over time, the experience transformed from a rewarding hobby into something that felt more like a demanding second job. Instead of finding solace in the pages of a new story, I started feeling an underlying sense of anxiety every time I looked at my progress bar. The quantitative tracker, meant to encourage, began to exert an unhealthy pressure, making me feel that my value as a reader was tied strictly to my output rather than my engagement with the material. The Numbers Trap   I used to use Goodreads' book challenge where you set a goal for yourself for how many books you will read that year. One year I was planning on writing a middle grade book so I read a lot of popular and award winning middle school write...

  Photo by Unseen Studio on Unsplash Crafting Stories: A Decade of Passion The ink is a pulse, a rhythmic beat, Where worlds are born and shadows meet. For ten long years, the stories have grown, In quiet rooms and the great unknown— From the dark of the woods to the stars above, Built with a decade of labor and love. There is a lightning strike in the chest When a character finally stands the test, When a sentence clicks like a skeleton key And the soul of the book is finally free. I know these bones, I know they are strong, I’ve carried these voices for far too long. But the silence is heavy, a vast, open sea, Between the heart of the book and the eyes that should see. I’ve woven the magic, I’ve mapped out the stars, I’ve bled on the pages and counted the scars. I stand at the window, my hands on the glass, Watching the world and the witnesses pass. "Look here," I whisper, "the bridge is now built, Full of wonder and terror, of glory and guilt." ...

  Many years ago, a creeping, insidious darkness tore apart the very fabric of existence, fracturing the delicate peace between the realms. This cataclysmic event was later known simply as the Great War. It was a conflict of staggering magnitude, a blight that touched every single world and every realm within them. The air was thick with the stench of iron and ozone, and the ground continually trembled beneath the tramp of massive, opposing armies. Both sides—the defenders of the light and the forces of the shadow—grew their legions with ruthless efficiency, their sole purpose the annihilation of the other. The cost in lives was immeasurable, the casualties so heavy that entire generations were wiped out in the span of a single battle. Yet, out of this horrific bloodshed, new alliances were forged, desperate pacts between unlikely companions united by the common enemy, even as ancient, trusted alliances crumbled into dust. No world suffered a more profound and tragic transform...

  Stuck Inside? Escape into the World of Make-Believe! Writer's ever have writer's block. RP is a great way to keep being creative and writing. It has helped me come up with ideas, create characters and really see what they are like. And of course, no writer's block. The snow might be piling up outside, but the stories are just heating up in our Roleplay & Writing Group. Whether you are a seasoned writer or just looking for a new way to express yourself, there is a seat at the table for you. Why Join Us? Creative Escape: Leave the cold behind and enter worlds of your own making. Build Your Craft: Practice your writing, character development, and world-building with a supportive community. Make New Friends: Connect with fellow writers and roleplayers who share your passion for storytelling. Total Freedom: From epic fantasy to cozy modern life, the only limit is your imagination. What We’re All About We believe that writing is b...

  Stay safe and warm inside today! ❄️ If you're trapped by the snow, it’s the perfect time to dive into a world where the stakes are even higher. In Zombie , by Nancy Ann Creed, the world changes overnight when a relentless virus sweeps the globe . While the snow piles up outside your window, follow the harrowing journey of Selda, Edmond, Edith, and a group of resilient survivors as they navigate a landscape where the dead have begun to walk . From the eerie silence of a high-rise apartment to a fortified middle school sanctuary, these survivors must band together to face a nightmare that feels all too real . Why you’ll love it: High-Stakes Survival: Watch a group of students and adults transform a school into a fortress. Unforgettable Characters: Experience the apocalypse through the eyes of those who have lost everything but refused to give up hope. A New Kind of Terror: These aren't your typical movie monsters—they carry fragments of their former...

 https://youtube.com/shorts/JhS-8c2r8uw?feature=share Stay warm out there, Rivers Peak! ❄️✨ The snow is officially on its way, and it looks like it’s going to be a big one! We are expecting a significant accumulation that will likely turn our town into a real-life winter wonderland (or a very cozy fortress) for the next few days.  As a fairy, I’ll be staying close to the fireplace—my wings definitely aren't fans of the freezing temperatures!  Whether you’re a human, a witch, or just someone who hates shoveling, now is the perfect time to hunker down and get cozy. If you’re looking for the perfect companion while you’re stuck inside, don't forget you can still order the e-book of The Shadow Realm Chronicles: Maurelle. Dive into the mystery of the Marks family and the secrets of the Faye while the storm passes by outside.  Stay safe, stay warm, and happy reading! ☕📖 #RiversPeak #WinterStorm #SnowDay2026 #CozyVibes #WinterWonderland #TheShadowR...

  Photo by Jeswin Thomas on Pexels.com The Quiet Outside The empty space of connection, the gathering, Pulses with a vibrant energy I only observe. It hums with plans already made, A detailed itinerary, a map of places where I do not go. My position is fixed: outside. I don't move; I only watch the colors of the evening fade From my window, a slow drain of warmth and light. My world is contained, defined by sitting in the light of what I know. The knowledge I possess is isolating, sharp: That laughter sounds much louder through a wall— Magnified by the barrier that separates their joy, A painful noise. And conversely, Silence is a heavy thing to wear, A cloak woven from unsaid words. It presses down, making breathing difficult. So, I maintain a silent vigil. I wait for pings, for any word at all, A simple notification, an anchor thrown, To prove that, in their minds, I’m standing there. The name of "friend," I embraced fully; We call them friends; I gave the...

  The world changed overnight… 🧟‍♀️ Are you ready for the fight for survival? Dive into "Zombie: The Survivors" by Nancy Ann Creed and see who makes it out alive. Tap the link in bio to grab your copy! What's the first thing you'd grab in a zombie apocalypse?

  https://books2read.com/u/m25Ygd Her love was her light. Her transformation, her curse. Her revenge, a looming shadow. Before the Great War shattered the realms, Maeve was a fairy, wife to Hunter, and mother to baby Alexander. But a brutal attack by the vampire Marius rips her from her life, turning her into a creature of the night. Desperate and alone, she falls into the clutches of Jonathan, the enigmatic Shadow King, becoming his queen in a realm of perpetual darkness. Years pass, and the quiet town of Rivers Peak is unknowingly in the crosshairs of Maeve's monstrous ambition-and the Shadow King's grand design. Her human family, including a fiercely loyal Hunter and a son, Alexander, now grappling with his own magical heritage, are drawn into a conflict far beyond their understanding. As Maeve's grandson, Justin (Shawn), uncovers the truth of his lineage, he becomes a pawn in a larger game. Torn between the monster she's become and the vestiges of her former self, M...