#JDPhoto #NatureIsBeautiful

The afternoon sun through the leaves of a coconut tree. Took this photo back in December. Photo credits to myself!

Check this out in the link below! I published it using a pen name: Rebekah L. Morrisey, and will be putting another one out soon!
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/169763317X/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1578447477&sr=8-1

#PrayForAustralia #SaveTheWild #SaveOurPlanet

To anyone who is sad, mad, angry, depressed, stressed, hurt, happy,
*virtual hug*

#StopBullying #RaiseYourVoice

When I was a 5th grade student, a bully from higher grade entered our classroom during recess. There were very few students present there at that time, as most of them were outside. I was eating at the corner of a bench. The bully came to me, gave an evil look, picked my water bottle up without saying a word and was getting ready to throw it away on the floor. I didn't say anything at first, but then I caught his wrist and gave a stern look. He gave me back a stern look, then he said, ''Which grade are you in? 5th, right? And do you know which grade I'm in? 7th.'' He said this very rudely, freed his wrist from my hand, placed the bottle back on the desk with a loud 'thud', and went away.
This was the last time I remember getting bullied.

#PrayForAustralia.!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TO ALL WRITERS, LIKE IF YOU CAN RELATE!

Novel Writer

Drumming fingers on a table
Sorting fiction from the fable
Fixing words and writing stories
Making lists of categories.

Late nights spent rewriting lines
Early mornings reading guidelines
Hours spent to reach a goal
Coffee always plays its roll.

When you think you just then finished
All your excitement diminished
Sitting there in bold and red
An obvious error you misread.

So back again to fix it now
You will find something else somehow
You pull your hair and start again
Your pencil breaks and dry your pen.

Why do we still put up with this?
For writing is a deep abyss
That we will fall into for weeks
While stronger temper ever peaks.

We live with this because we love it
And we will always rise above it
And then it feels wonderful
To know we have climbed from the hole.

We write the future, present, past
Each one of us hardly the last
To make the world’s latest prediction
Who cares if it’s written in fiction!

(don't mind the badly taken screenshot)

Me: 2020 will have a great start!! I'm just so happ-

2020: