Dawn Renee Writes

Enjoy the Ride

This site is devoted to various musings and thoughts.

Life is a journey, enjoy the ride.


Short Stories

Eye of the Storm – Dawn Renee Writes: https://dawnreneewrites.com/eye-of-the-storm/

A Sea Tale | Dawn Renee Writes

Weekend Escape | Dawn Renee Writes


Poetry

April 2021 – A Poem A Day Month – Find My Poems Here: https://dawnreneewrites.com/april-2021-a-poetry-collection/


Latest from the Blog

Fresh Pens and Paper

The Target commercial is already playing in my head… “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” It’s that time of year again. The displays are stocked with pens and pencils and markers. Shelves are filled with papers, spirals, and notebooks galore. Even as an childless adult, it makes me smile to see back-to-school supplies. […]

Back to Nature – Part One

The wiper blades squealed across the windshield of their car. They didn’t have much choice when they landed at the airport following their 6-hour flight; at least it had four wheels, but not much more. The rain poured as they wound through the winding roads of the mountains. Finally, they arrived at the campgrounds, and […]

Synesthesia Overload

Voices jar my head, feeling like flashing lights. I squint my eyes at each inflection, The pain makes my brain throb. My eyes need to focus, but the screen is a blur. I just want to escape the noise of this call. The voices drone on, one stab after another. Quiet comes find me quick, […]

Deflated

She had a vision, a thought of beauty. Slowly, she worked on her canvas, Not very skilled at holding a brush it would never bring in a dime, But she had a vision she needed out. So she painted the background, Trying to get the colors right Should it be light or dark sands? Then […]

Solemness

The man frantically waved at the cars to stop. A limo, a town car, and a hearse pulled out. The other cars paused, a sign of respect, For the grieving family mourning their dead. The line of cars continued, at least 30 deep, As the processional moved down the road Then turned down a side […]

Mirage

She dances across the golden dune, her bare legs, lightly kissed by the sun. Her body, wrapped in translucent white silk. She extends her hands to the skies, fabric floating freely in the breeze, appearing as if she has wings. Her raven hair rides the wind, and dark eyes pierce through. A picture of beauty […]


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