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Some things are just inevitable…


Darkened lips of roses coming undone;

Falling to the floor in the indifferent arms of change

Into the inevitable grasp of gravity.

Arrogant rose petals with your earthly grandeur;

Don’t forget that we are all the same in death.

Closed in the fetal position;

Open slowly to and with the brilliant nurture of sunlight and water

Bloom full and red and rich and lush and beautiful;

All things worth value that are worth nothing.

Your life is beautiful and short and watched carefully

Exchanged in the hands of blind lovers;

Blurred in the red eyes of the jealous lonely hearts;

Pricking the fingers of those that grab or hold you too tightly.

You laugh as the blood drips.

Feed mangled hearts. Dry the tears of scorned passions and you laugh and laugh.

Time and life darkens you as you begin to unravel;

I watch hungrily and wait as you hang drooping lower and lower.

You try to hold tight, but it is futile.

I can smell you.

Your once sweet perfume fresh with new life is now a dank foulness;

But still you dangle and I watch with my salivating mouth

Wide open and ready to swallow you up.

Dark lips of rose petals coming undone.  I am gravity, I am waiting

…and you will come to me.

By: JeanNicole Rivers

Word Sailing: Discover Something New Everyday.


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The foundation of a love for writing is a love for words. I love words.

As a word lover, the dictionary is one of my best friends. Years ago I signed up to receive the “Word of the Day” from my favorite online dictionary. Every evening when I sit down to my computer to write, as part of a regular routine, I first, check my emails and read my “Word of the Day”. I say the word and momentarily study its various definitions. For years I vowed that I would expand my vocabulary by incorporating the new word into my everyday conversations.

God love me, I tried, but integrating new and foreign words into my somewhat simple everyday language was not easy. Sometimes I felt the word was too vocabulicious (just too extravagant/funky for everyday use), sometimes the word didn’t feel right at any point in the day and sometimes I just plain old forgot. Frustration would set it because another beautiful word was going to slip away from me without getting its due use but there was a reasonable solution right in front of me. Using a new word in my conversations everyday was difficult for a number of reasons, but there was no reason why I couldn’t use it in my everyday writing.

Yes! Duh! Happy dance!

When I began my first novel, The Secret Keepers, I began what I call, Word Sailing. Word Sailing is using my “Word of the Day” in my everyday writing (I could just say that but Word Sailing is cuter). I termed it Word Sailing because looking at my new “Word of the Day” is like discovering a new island. It is different, exciting and has endless possibilities. As you can imagine some days introducing a particular word into your story can be harder than others depending on the word but I make it happen with words as common as “darling” to words as vocabuliscious as “tarantism”.

Writing is an intimate process and when I use a specifically chosen word, I get to know it in a way that is otherwise challenging. After reading, revising editing and re-reading my story a number of times the word is not one that is simply forgotten after a few days. Don’t get me wrong, all words do not make the final cut and sometimes no matter how hard I try a particular word has no place in my story and has to be removed but that is of little consequence because by the time I make that determination, the word is mine, I know it. With every story I become familiar with a host of new words that may or may not end up having a place in that particular tale but gain a home inside of me that make the opportunities for its future use boundless.

JeanNicole Rivers

What Scares You?



Recently, I completed my very first novel, The Secret KeepersThe Secret Keepers is the first book in what will be a series of eerie tales that take place in the fictional small American Midwest town of Black Water.

Horror is my favored genre and I did not want do it a disservice by writing another meaningless slasher tale with too much sexual innuendo, corny humor and no substance, what else is there to horror some people might ask themselves and that is the point at which I began.

Horror as a genre is important because it targets one of our most powerful emotions, fear.  Our fears affect our lives in a variety of ways from the careers we choose; to the superstitions in which we believe all of the way to the ways we raise our children.

Before I began writing I asked myself one very important question, what are you afraid of?


In my years I have kept small secrets and I have also kept some fairly large ones, but there are some that are so crushing, so perverse that if you don’t let them out, they haunt you from the inside out.

There is an intrinsic good to the spoken truth, which is why keeping a dark secret that should never be kept can drag one to the brink sanity.

In Black Water everyone is keeping secrets but a gruesome discovery forces some to reveal their secrets or be ripped apart by them.

Before you sit down to write your next story, whether it is fiction or not ask yourself,

What scares me?  Incorporate this fear into your story and it will hook people.  If it scares you, you can bet it will scare us too.

JeanNicole Rivers

See a preview for, The Secret Keepers, here: https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1092178