Creative Writing for the Creator

Morning brought a wave of despair No air to breathe, I'm drowning in this sea of fears Panic attacks my soul, and no one seems to care Castaway with my pain, my screams, my tears   No island in sight, no plane in the sky I kick and scream, try to swim, stay alive I need a lifesaver, a chance to survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   A new wave of hope takes hold of my soul White sails of salvation begin to unfold You are here, no more fear, I'll survive   I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ I cry Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ   ............................................................... Originally written in 2009 

Kaleidoscope ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaleidoscope ), oh only those who look into one actually experience the wonder of those mutant tiny beads. And our lives can be kaleidoscopes of amazing memories, words, and deeds. Our beads. Made to be turned, round and round, by the Creator's hands. To create shapes and forms of who we can become when we allow Him to move us, turn us, transform our hearts. 'Legiao Urbana', a Brazilian band, in their song "Pais e Filhos" (Parents and Children), reminds me of life's bits and pieces in things parents and children tell each other... and of love: 'We must love people  Like there is no tomorrow For, if you stop to think, There really isn't.' 'Parents and Children' ('Pais e Filhos'), by Legiao Urbana: And here is how I have translated this song from Brazilian Portuguese into English : Statues and vaults and painted walls No one knows what went on. She

Ana was amazed at how telemarketers never ceased to find a way to a breakthrough. As new strains of a virus, they somehow kept attacking her best put-up defenses. How did they manage to trick her? And what counterattack strategies might Ana's imagination concoct to protect her boss' privacy - and her peace of mind? Ana had tried almost any single evasive, at times drastic, response every time a telemarketer called: 1) She would patiently explain to the telemarketer that the owner was not interested in buying anything due to budget constraints - oh, that would infallibly lead to a debate in which the telemarketer tried to convince her of how vital that product was and how the business owner absolutely needed it to make more money and get more customers! Ana learned very quickly she could not allow herself to be caught in that trap. 2) She would tell the telemarketer that the owner was unavailable – and the telemarketer, of course, would keep calling again and a

  Who Creates this Blog, and to Whom? Hello, and welcome to my Blog! All is God's Creation. God energizes and inspires me to read and write for His honor and glory! I am a dual citizen of Brazil and the United States who loves to read and write in Portuguese and English. I have been a writer, editor, copywriter, translator, ghostwriter, and teacher with multilingual skills and a diverse cross-cultural background. From age four and a half, I have been delighted by the enchanted world readers and writers share. And I desire to bring this enchanted world to you and glorify the Creator. That's why I have created a portal into this world of words. Only you, the Reader, can step into this realm and bring it to life in your creative mind.  So, read on. And welcome into this world of fact and fiction.  It is now yours, too. Yours truly, Leticia Skelton  (The creator for The Creator) Contact me: leskelton@leskelton.com My professional website: https://www.leskelton.com