Something New Is Coming

I read like the flame reads the wood.Alfred Döblin

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First of all I have to apologize for not updating lately. I have many things to do and many  things to consider. I have many plans and dreams. But this also means, that I’ll have something new to show you!

We get what we want as long as we believe we deserve it. That is it. The equation for life.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

Copyright © 2017 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of these stories may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015, 2016, 2017

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The Heart

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great ones make you feel that you too, can become great. ~ Mark Twain

Copyright © 2017 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of these stories may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

What if?

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.” – Louisa May Alcott

“What if I fall?”
“Oh my darling, what if you fly?”

Do you ever ask yourself if you like the person you are? If you are who you’ve always wanted to be? Do you know who you want to be?

To be honest, it wasn’t until a few months ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that person who tells people they can fly. I want to see the magic they have stored up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it; I want to make them use it. Because, truth be told, falling is just another way to fly.

Ask yourself, “What if I actually fly?” Ask yourself that, over and over again, until you stop worrying you’ll fall. And once you genuinely believe that you can fly, never let anyone take that from you. Never let that spark go out.

And I find it sad that it’s not the fall that breaks most people, but rather fear. Or doubt. They stare down and they’re afraid of what might happen. The fall won’t break you. Trust me. If you’re brave enough to try to fly, the fall won’t ever, ever destroy you.

Failure is temporary. Pain is temporary. Anger is temporary. Hopelessness is temporary. Quitting, however … that one lasts forever.

I believe that if adults would have been required to learn how to walk, most of us would be crawling on floors. You fall and you get up, you fall and you get up. Sometimes it hurts. You cry. But then you try again. Idealism is a bizarre mixture of hope, naivety, and enthusiasm.

Courage. Ambition. Perseverance.

You’ll have all that, and a lot more, when your belief in the possibility of succeeding becomes stronger than your fear of failure.

I see magic in people. I see magic in the artists that I admire. I see an endless potential for greatness. It’s my choice to see that in them, even when they aren’t willing to see it themselves.

I dreamt once that I had been born to be great. That I’d conquer the world. That I’d change something, leave something behind. It’s not true, actually. I wasn’t born to be great. No one ever is. I took that. I told myself that. I lied to myself. I stumbled from failure to failure. I decided to be self-propelled. I decided to fight for what I wanted, because no one would ever fight that battle for me.

So … what if you fly? What if you can actually do it?

I do hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

– Nicholas Dax ©Tianna Filley, 2017 – Some appearances can be deceiving … almost frightening!

 

‘Nicholas Dax ©Tianna Filley, 2017’

To Read The Story ‘Nicholas Dax ©Tianna Filley, 2017’ Click On The Link Above Tianna’s Books At The Top Of The Page Or Go To Side Bar, Then PAGES and Click On ‘Nicholas Dax ©Tianna Filley, 2017’

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘Nicholas Dax ©Tianna Filley, 2017’ Copyright © 2017 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of these stories may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

In The Darkest Hour

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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

“A writer is a writer because, even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” – Junot Diaz

They say we are born with only two fears: the fear of falling and the fear of loud noises.

How many fears do you have right now? How are these fears preventing you from achieving your goals? Living the life you’ve imagined? Being who you’ve always wanted to be?

I think that we are all born with talent and in our minds we’re invincible. And our thirst for knowledge is insatiable. But I also believe that we encounter setbacks, temporary defeats we misinterpret as permanent and grow weary. We become afraid.

We find ourselves surrounded by darkness and we let it mold us into the type of person we said we’d never be. We become small, angry, and remorseful. We become envious. We become weak.

We don’t grow through pain, we don’t learn from darkness. We just wish it away, waiting for something to happen.

The most beautiful people I know have faced challenges and lost, time and time again. They were defeated. They were afraid. They were betrayed, lied to, cheated. Yet they chose to be who they wanted to be, not what the world told them to be.

They chose not to be defined by how they felt. Because, the truth is, no matter how you feel inside, you’re still responsible for your actions. The ability to put emotions aside and rationalize is one of our most underrated special talents.

Being strong doesn’t mean overcoming adversities with a smile on your face, just as much as being brave doesn’t mean never flinching in the face of danger.

Cry your heart out if you must. Cry and cry and cry, but never, ever give up. Cry and then get angry and keep going. Keep pushing … because even the darkest hour has only 60 minutes.

I do hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

A Night with Zachary – A Night with Zachary – In the heart of all whom are in love and know love … some secrets are just that, secret.

A Night with ZacharyPlease Be Warned: This short story has an Adult Rating! This story does contain some strong language! Must be 18 years of age or older!

‘A Night with Zachary’

To Read The Story ‘A Night with Zachary’ Click On The Link Above Tianna’s Books At The Top Of The Page Or Go To Side Bar, Then PAGES and Click On ‘A Night with Zachary’

Tianna Filley© 2017
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘A Night with Zachary’ Copyright © 2017 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of these stories may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

Never Give Up

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

“Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.” – Ambrose Redmon

Fear is an impulse. “Fear is the mind killer.” Frank Herbert wrote that. So you can’t stop being afraid, but you can fight fear, you can control it.

I don’t think I ever told you how I became a writer. Or how I almost lost my love of writing.

First I’ll tell you about how I became a writer. It happened on a cold, dark, stormy night … (sorry that’s the writer in me!) I had an imaginary friend when I was growing up (I believe that friend was my protector. I’m not sure why) but my mom would tell me “it’s ok to have an imaginary friend. It means you have a good imagination.”

It was that ‘friend” I wrote about, she was a little girl, around 12 or 13 years old. About the same age I was at the time. She was having these dreams, about another time, another place, as though ‘I’ was actually living it. That I remember. And I even gave my story a title. “The Dreams.”

It was supposed to have been this really long series, and there were other people in this story, people whom are very close to me, and they played a really important role in the stories.

Of course, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but maybe that’s one of two requirements for doing anything in life: you’re either brave enough to do it or so stupid that you don’t have a clue about what you’re getting yourself into.

So I wrote. And I wrote. And so on.

I thought it was great. I really did. I never even stopped to ask myself what I was supposed to do with all the stuff that I wrote. I just knew that things were going to work out.

I guess that’s how people think when they feel they have a calling.

A few months later I let a few close friends and an older cousin read my story. Not one of them liked it. Not even one bit. My cousin said “I was either a retard or 14 years old.” (I guess I was both.)

And I was angry. At first because they couldn’t see how brilliant I thought the story was, and then because I thought that I would never become who I wanted to be.

That’s when I started reading. The first book I read was Dune by Frank Herbert. After I finished it, I wanted to write something just as good. I just wanted to make someone feel the same way that novel made me feel.

So I kept writing. It didn’t matter that no one read my stories.

Some stories I never finished. Others, never even got the chance to be written. I just imagined them, played around with the idea, the characters for a while, and then I’d sit down and write about something else. Something much more interesting.

By writing all those stories, by reading all the books I could get my hands on, I learned how to write. That’s all it takes: you read and you write, and if you do it long enough, you’ll become a writer.

But there’s one more thing I learned by writing all those stories that no one ever read (sometimes I was afraid to read them as well, simply because I knew that I would realize they weren’t as good as I had thought them to be): I wrote just for the sake of writing. And I had a lot of fun.

Writing this or that story, not worrying about deadlines or whether or not people were going to like them.

I’m a writer because I write, because being a writer is what defines me, defines who I am and who I was and who I will be. And trust me, I wrote for all the reasons you can imagine. I wrote because I had to get those words out of my head, I wrote for fun, I wrote because it released me from things that held me down and because I wanted to make people cry or laugh. I wrote because I wanted to leave something behind, because I wanted a really long Wikipedia article about me (not really). I wrote for the love of writing. I wrote because I was heartbroken, I wrote because I knew no one was going to write my stories for me. I wrote because I was starving. I wrote because I was alone.

I wrote for the entire world, and I wrote for just one person. I wrote because I wanted my stories to make a dream come true, and I wrote because I hoped they would.

And the odd thing is that all those years I never hesitated, I never doubted the fact that I would, someday, become a writer.

And, yes, I did give up writing when I lost my mother, for a few days, for a few weeks, even for a few years. And, yes, I felt as if I didn’t have it in me anymore … I felt lost, not good enough. I had very little hope left in me when my mom passed. I doubted everything and anything!

I lost interest in writing. For a few years I didn’t write. Then one night I had an idea. Much like the way it happened when I wrote my first story … it just came to me. All of a sudden, I knew how to fix things. And I began re-writing this novel.

I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with it. I honestly didn’t know if it was worth the trouble again. And going down the traditional route … that seemed to be out of reach for someone who got torn apart so young …

In September 2013 I found out about Wattpad, an online community where a lot of aspiring writers upload their stories. I had rewritten the story I wrote as a very young girl. I also gave it a new title “In the Midnight of Dreams”

And I tried my luck, wanting to know if someone would like my story. And to my surprise, they did like it. Very, very much.

That’s all I needed. Not a million dollar advance, not Warner Bros. optioning the movie rights. Just someone telling me that they really liked my writing. It happened to turn out to be lot of “someone’s”.

So I wrote. And wrote. Pretty much like I never wrote before.

And you know what I learnt in all my years of writing?

All that matters are the words you write. Nothing else. When you do your thing, it doesn’t matter (and it shouldn’t) what others are going to think about it. When you write, you should stop worrying about whether or not people are going to like your story, whether or not someone’s going to read it, whether or not they’ll care. You should stop worrying whether or not you have something to say or you just want to say something, because you do have something to say. And it’s not about saying something that no one else ever thought of saying, but about saying it in your voice. And that’s something we all have.

Writing is all about finding the courage to write. And courage is all about realizing that some things are more important than fear.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

It’s In The Heart

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

I’ve discovered home is more about people than places. Smiles, laughter and tears are best shared. And everyone–yes, everyone–has a story.

I haven’t used this blog in quite a while, which is terrible. But life has been keeping me busy in so many ways, some good, some not so good and some heartbreaking. I’m so, so thankful for the love of my husband!! And all the glory is given to God for carrying me through it all!! I am so blessed in so many ways and so very thankful!

With that said …

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the future. Whether is just a scene from a chapter I have yet to write, or the ending line, or just a few lines of dialogue. That’s magic. That’s power. I know something that no one else knows, and it’s entirely up to me to bring it to life.

And I want to get there, right now. I want to get to that scene; I want to write every detail down. I feel there’s no time. I feel like I am breathing fast and brokenly like a fish out of water, I try my best to write as many words as possible. And I’m afraid. Somehow, I’m afraid I won’t get there. I don’t want for the magic to get lost, to dissipate into the busy murmurs of true life.

But then I have to remind myself that you can only write one word at a time. It’s as simple, as difficult, and as painful as that. And I have to let each word lead me to the next. I have to let the words show me the way.

This might sound like crazy talk to you, but, well, I never said I was normal, did I?

Sometimes I feel so much energy rushing through my veins that it paralyses me. I want to get the story out, but I don’t want to get it out one word after another. I want to get it out now. So most times I end up writing nothing.

And it’s strange because I always get there. And at the end of the day, when I re-read what I’ve written, I can’t really tell the difference between what came effortlessly and what came at a great price. You know … the words I had to bleed out of my soul.

One word at a time. One word after another. Slowly, painfully slow sometimes, but words form sentences, sentences form paragraphs, and paragraphs form chapters.

And sometimes I look back and I can’t understand how everything happened …

I do hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

I Only Have To Wait – Is dedicated to my amazing sister/cousin Darlene M. Vaughn – Rest In Sleep. Forever In My Heart … I miss you!!

Night Sounds – In the heart of the desert, some secrets are waiting to be unfolded.  Some stories are just dying … to be written, and some books are meant to be opened.

‘I Only Have To Wait’

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‘Night Sounds’

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Tianna Filley© 2017
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘I Only Have To Wait’ and ‘Night Sounds’ Copyright © 2017 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of these stories may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

Thank – You For Reading

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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Worry destroys the ability to write.” — Ernest Hemingway

Its been quite a while since I’ve posted anything, but sometimes life can get busy … very busy!!

First things first, it’s great to be back and writing again!

A sincere thank you to those who read my stories. It’s a strange thing writing a story. You assemble a bunch of random words, attempting to create something meaningful (at least to yourself) and when it feels right, you launch it into space where you likely will never know what, if any, impact your words have made on another human being.

At times, someone will make a comment, or give you a thumbs up “like it” (whatever that means), which is encouraging, but not like a real conversation at all.

So here I am stuffing another message into a bottle, corking it tightly and tossing it into a sea of words.

Will it reach another shore?
Will the words I write touch anyone deeply?
Will the short stories inspire enough to purchase a book?
Does it even matter that I bother to write and post anything?

I guess if those were the only questions that mattered no-one would ever write anything.

My husband loves writing poetry, and I watch the struggle between the words that resembles an addiction. There is an itch that must be scratched, a driving force that must be focused and released. What I’ve observed is that a poet must write poetry, regardless of the audience, whether to a house full or to an empty chair. It’s not all about money, or fame, or the random comments of strangers, it’s the poetry. The poem is the reason a poet writes. There are times that the individual words, random bits of rhyme’s, or a time in his life will haunt his conscious mind until it’s written down and set free.

It’s the same with writing stories. In order for the creative process to work, it must be given free reign and allowed to live outside the person’s mind … heart. That’s what I’m doing here, giving my words some air with the hope that they too may breathe.

I do hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

‘Eleven Miles to Nowhere’

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Or Go To Side Bar, Then PAGES and Click On ‘Eleven Miles to Nowhere’

Tianna Filley©2016

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘Eleven Miles to Nowhere’ Copyright © 2016 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015, 2016

Understanding

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

A good book has no ending. ~R.D. Cumming

There are those who are willing to shut out the world and rummage through their minds for memories they wish they had forgotten. The good and the bad, the tragedies, the pain, the bitter melancholy that engulfs all moments of happiness. By being alone, even in the most crowded of places, an artist is capable of understanding the world around her. All that she has gained, all that she has observed, lies behind a wall. She can jump over it and find the much needed inspiration to create art, or she can choose to write words.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

Please Be Warned: This short story has an Adult Rating!

‘Silk and Satin, Velvet and Lace’

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Tianna Filley© 2015
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘Silk and Satin, Velvet and Lace’ Copyright © 2015 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

How do you write?

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Saturday, October 17, 2015

When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time.’ – Stephen King

The truth of the matter was, despite my accomplishments, despite the very clear path that laid ahead of me, despite my knowing that I needed a job and that it was essentially the only option for me, my heart still ached for wishes I made into the night sky as a kid. I needed a home for the thoughts that stampeded through my head every day. I needed a home to foster creativity. I needed a home to do what I swore to myself I always would: to write. To keep writing. To never give up on words.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

‘Ones of Beauty’

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Tianna Filley© 2015
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘Ones of Beauty’ Copyright © 2015 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Please, go preview our books, and then please, take the time to purchase one or more of them … thank you!

Our books went on sale July 2, 2014.

You can purchase our books at: http://www.amazon.com/ and type the name, Tianna Filley or D.R. Filley, in the search engine, and our books will come up for purchase.

Or you can click on the title of the book below and it will take you directly to that book:

A Love Of A Lifetime

Twisted Tales Collection

Youthful Musings: Poetry of Love and Loss

Shadows of Premonition

Hearing from you is essential, so if you would like to comment, or have any suggestions, please contact us at – TiannasBooks@gmail.com.
©2014, 2015

I Write …

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Sunday October 4, 2015

I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means.
-Joan Didion

Being an artist is a way of finding out who you really are. Because as much as art is about observing the world around you, about turning yourself into a shadow, art is also about introspection, about confronting the most terrifying of truths.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

‘The Note’

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A Love Of A Lifetime

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Shadows of Premonition

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