Little Brother And the Princess

You have to understand my brother, before I can tell you about his daughter. And you are going to want me to tell you about her. Because she is amazing.

Now my little brother had an abnormal life, with the fact that he was adopted by my uncle. And he had in his whole life two families fighting over him, wanting to give him the best life they could. His new father wanted him to learn to be tough, his birth mother wanting him to learn compassion, and both of them making mistakes in trying to teach them what they thought was the most important lesson in life.
Another story I have started. To many ideas and not enough time. lol... 

Thinking of a new story... Tender Wolf.

Tender Wolf.

Looks around her as she slips into your mind again. She smiles. "Hello, old friend." Her voice whispers in your mind. "I have missed you." You ponder for a moment if you should allow this moment to pass. Would the responding to her soft song give her power over you once again, or would you be able to resist her charms? Would you regret taking the plunge into your own mind, and escape victorious? Or would you simply ignore her? She waits for his decision with a pleasant smile. 

See how it unfolds, but be warned, this isn't for the faint of heart. Tender Wolf

Check It Out!

Check out the changes on my blog. Look at the new stories I put up. Most are unfinished, but this one is quite the work. Darkness is quite the work. So click on the name an take a peak at my works. Leave a comment below. Its open to everyone. Let me know what you like, or don't like about my writing.
Other new Works....

1.  Mist Of Pleasure
2. A Letter To My Grandma, When She Passed
3. Grandpa's Letter To Grandma

Adventures of Sylass, Part 1.

     She opened her eyes for the first time, as the blurry colors shifted and shuffled, knew it was her mother. Even though she wasn’t able to see yet, she knew this had to be her mother, she smelled right. Her mother shuffled out the door and Sylass hurried off after her.

Mental Illness and Me

Like everyone else in this world I have problems, and my problems are all in my mind. The sad part about this is no one likes to believe I am having these problems, and try to dismiss them as if they aren't real. I don't consider myself difficult to deal with, but I do consider myself important. The problem is, lately I have felt unimportant.

Ill always be entertained

No matter how I come out I will never be bored.

Looking Back Is A Good Start...

      I keep sitting here looking at the blank pages on this screen, and I know I am blocked. Not from talking about my life, because those are stories I know, but from writing a story, a true romantic story. That is probably because I have spent my whole life living in the movies. I don’t mean I’m a great woman fighter who wears skimpy outfits, and fights mummies or anything. No, I mean I have spent my entire life living in other worlds. Ones without the limits and fears of the real world; and they started in the moves.

Got A Bit Of Work Done

My blog wasn't coming out looking as I hoped it would. With a bit of rearranging and a lot of time, I have cleaned it up. My writings are now organized all over the place. I still have to work on a few things, because I know there are a lot of mistakes. Bare with me. This is my first time blogging. Just know I'm working to make it perfect. Besides, that is what it is here for right? To watch me learn. 

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Love, 

CynCyn

A Photo Of Me

Which one is me?

I am the Hero. Protect me.

The more people I let around me, the more people that started to see me. The less they allowed my behavior. If I wanted to talk, Come close and talk. Don't speak if you don't have something to say. I took their lessons home. I tried these techniques, things weren't getting through. I sat in myself. I started bringing them home. Begging for their help. I tried to follow their advice. They all kept telling me to leave her. While she was telling me to leave them. They hated each other, and those who understood. Excepted her, exactly how she was. They even excepted me with exactly how I was. They cold see through the bull shit that was my life. This saved me.

I Was Born A Goddess. To Live As Nothing.

Everything kept swimming around in my head and I couldn't help but wonder still. Why if I am everything that they made me. Why did my father name me Cynthia? I started researching this person. Cynthia. Wikipedia told me, "Cynthia was originally an epithet of the Greek
goddess Artemis, who according to legend was born on Mount Cynthus. Selene, the Greek personification of the moon, and the Roman Diana were also sometimes called."

I'm High. Let's talk.

When I returned from my family, I tried everything to simply stop thinking. I ate. I drank. I wrote. I smoked. I Pumped the chemicals in me that I used to poison myself. The one that numbed me just enough to be able to find the courage to walk among you once again. The one to simply step back and be quiet. While I was with them I couldn't enjoy them. They were still whispering behind each other's back, but I had changed the tune. I heard the love. I heard the peace. I heard the noise, and the melody it sang.

I'm an addict. Lets Fight.

My family wasn't the only ones to blame for who I was. I was drawn to the fire. It burned my flesh. I loved it. Eventually, I needed more. My family wasn't abusing me enough I needed someone new. I reached out into the world and I looked around for people like me. I started studying people, realizing why they were doing what they were doing. I had a feel for it. It was like a drug. I became addicted to helping. Putting my nose in where it didn't belong and taking the punishment that came from each choice. Each time the price was higher. Each time I willingly paid for every choice.

I am dying. I am living.

Healing wasn't just a matter of time, it was a mater of learning. I researched everything they told me I had. I found comfort in their drugs. I wanted more. I started taking note of what drugs did what, and evaluated exactly how much I real needed. I started to looks at what was in my head, what was in my heart, and what was in my power. I found I was making my self sick. I didn't want to deal with how I was hiding. I threw myself into my roles. I created problems for her to fix, just to keep her fixing me. I ate the wrong foods at the wrong time, because she needed to heal something. I just needed to feel something anything. I started to feel everything. I started getting migraines, and getting medication for it. I started getting fat and needed pills for that. I tried everything under the son, but stayed far away from the things that would actually help. Those were the things I was taught to fear.

I am Crazy. Need a hand?

After leaving the clutches of my family I still had a war to fight. They had given me everything I needed to survive. What were the correct tools for the job? I didn't know what was going to happen the last time I walked out those doors. All I was it was on me from now on. 

I went home and sat down. Thought about everything I wanted to say to my family and started writing. The one tool I forgot to pick up is how to make an honest pay without killing myself. Sure I was good at many things. I could draw. When I wanted. I could paint a little. I had never mastered anything, because I had to keep moving. I wasn't ever able to sit down and just focus on something for as long as I wanted to. When I was finally able to stop all hell would break loose and all my progress lost.

I'm A Spoiled Brat

All my life I have been called a spoiled brat. Someone who only wants what they can't have. Perhaps that is true. Someone asked me one day, "Why. Why are you a spoiled brat?" and those words haunted me for a long time. Why am I a spoiled brat? What made me a spoiled brat, and why do i continue to be a spoiled brat.