My Dream – The sitting man!

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Introducing – ‘Melina’s Regenboog’

So happy to announce my first children’s story book in Dutch… 🙂

Introducing ‘Melina’s Regenboog’

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Writing again…Sound Interesting?

Candy Mum

Living in this fast paced world, Cece was well set up. Having tried out and not succeeding at the marriage circuit twice, she had given up hope on the philosophy of being monogamous. This time around, she would choose freedom and a life of fun. Her kids, Steff and Steven were teenagers now and quite self-sufficient. So open-mindedly hoping for a clearer, happier path ahead, she decided this was going to be her game plan from now on. It couldn’t hurt to try another lifestyle… after all we all have just one life to live… so let’s live large!!


He is obsessed with her and he will not stop until he makes her ‘HIS’! She belongs to him alone or he would kill for it. He knows what she doesn’t know yet… that she loves him!


Game on…
You play the detective here and you decide who ‘HE’ is!

The Night…An excerpt

The Night

Jamie was sweating profusely. Her room at this ramshackled, old motel inn wasn’t worth much, but the least you would expect was an air-conditioning system that functioned normally. But no! That was way too civilised for this run-down inn.

Getting out of her bed, she decided to go outside and have a ciggy on the veranda. Unlocking her door, she stepped out into the cool, dark air. It was so silent here, and the parking lot facing her room was completely empty.

Lighting up her cigarette, she realised that this was her last one, she’d have to go downstairs and buy a packet from one of the cigarette dispensers she had seen earlier. Taking a long slow inhalation of nicotine-filled air, she allowed the air to enter her lungs. After what seemed like a minute, she exhaled it out. Wow! That felt so good, so much like home. Going in for the second round, she let her eyes wander around the scenery surrounding her.

Thick woods covered the outskirts of the property, full with trees, shrubs and green leaves. The sound of the rustling leaves, moving gently in coordination with the light breeze was so relaxing. It actually was much cooler here than inside that furnace like room of hers. It was a good decision on her part, coming outside to cool down!

Strangely her eyes settled on something white far ahead, in the bushes. It seemed like a statue of some sort, a little girl maybe, she could tell because it was the only thing that wasn’t swaying with the wind, in her line of sight….

Read the rest tomorrow on ‘chriselda.blog’ – Poetry & Prose

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