Marysol Ramos
Bio
From Soul Soothing to Mysteries and Thrills. Take a few journeys with me through short stories that will either liven your soul or consume it with curiosity. Either way your mind takes a ride and your emotions are brought to life.
Stories (25/0)
The Gray Church - Part 2
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 months ago in Fiction
The Gray Church
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 months ago in Fiction
The Open Letter
When a woman is placed to experience the past of her 5 homeless friends without being able to see anything, she is guided to understand the ways of God through His eyes. A fiction story filled with engaging truth and a beautiful awakening through poetic cries to God and God responding with poetic guidance and love in the further chapters. There will be numerous events you can relate to, because after all, no matter how different we all are, we do have striking similarities in how our lives unfold. With a blend of emotions and life lessons, this book is worth your every minute.
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Fiction
Creating Equality Starts with You
Speaking to myself: Reminding my soul: Revival: You’re not in this world to change others, you’re in this world to change yourself. Your focus is not to be on others, but on yourself to learn, grow, build, care for self, and live a life that is wanted from the standards of self (we lose our individualized standards as we compare ourselves to others.) With that (focusing on your own behavior and growth) you will learn to love others, respect others, help others, understand others, and be 1 with others (instead of focusing on how others need to change/grow, you’re too busy focusing on yourself — realizing that we have a hard time controlling ourselves and there is no place for us to judge others.)
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Journal
Moss on a Log
Soul Soothing Journey Neutral. That was the word that described my thoughts and feelings. Nothing good or bad was happening. Nothing hurtful nor inspiring occurred. Life was simple and mediocre, which felt as if it were a reflection of myself. I was like bland coffee or watered down tea. Sure, I was grateful for where I was, but I also needed something different. Afterall, life is about emotions and experiences.
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Poets
- Top Story - February 2024
The Shadow in My Bedroom WindowTop Story - February 2024
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Fiction
Where is Alice Jay Jennings? - Part 3
Where is Alice Jay Jennings? PART 3 “Brandon Heights, the young man who identified The Poetic Killer to be at The Blue Tables Café, has been located after going missing for more than a month. He was found alive and unharmed by a couple who have their morning walks at Lakeview Forest….”
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Fiction
Accepting a Victim Mentality
Accepting Yourself as a Victim I get a lot of confused facial expressions when I tell people to accept their victim mentality. Having a victim mentality is seen as such a weakness and hindrance that no-one wants to take on the label.
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Journal
Where is Alice Jay Jennings? -Part 2
*Part 1 of this Story is titled The Misplaced Knife. The story was created as an entry for the Vocal challenge of writing a story from the perspective of a misplaced item. Here, in part 2, it is no longer continuing as the perspective of the item.
By Marysol Ramos3 months ago in Fiction