Elouise Woodard

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

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“The Courage To Change” by Elouise Woodard

Submitted to Contest #222

The Freedom of knowing… I didn’t know I was me when I felt helpless and powerless. I became masked, trying to fill a void of not knowing who I became. I become someone I mirrored who I didn’t recognize, I lost me in the process of finding a new you. The singing of the ancestors crying out from the heaven above reminded me of who I am. I am the storm that carry the spirit of my ancestors who forcefully guided me through the doors that once hindered me. The voices of the past whispered eloquently to...

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“The Silent Whisper” by Elouise Woodard

Submitted to Contest #219

Social norms were demonstrated at an early age. If I had to classify myself, I would identify as Black/Jewish & German. My birth mother, Marie Delanie from the Delanie’s of Ireland was a Caucasian/German woman, my father, an African American man who was absent without participation, therefore, I grasp to the Caucasian linguistics. I settled in a sophisticated predominantly white community in Newark, New Jersey – Vailsburg section between So. 18th and So. 19th Street in 19...

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“I Heard Your Voice” by Elouise Woodard

Submitted to Contest #213

I Heard Your Voice as clear as day as I lay silently in my bed reflecting on your recent passing. Tears are slowly sliding down my face as I fight through the pain of losing you so young. I’m sitting here evoking on your laughter, your smile, and your touch. You were the favored brother who consistently made the entire family chuckle. You left your lasting impression on everyone when God decided to call you home. I heard your voice ringing in my e...

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“It's The Thought That Counts by Elouise D. Woodard” by Elouise Woodard

Submitted to Contest #193

Today wasn’t a special day, it was just another day in the life of a housewife. It wasn’t my birthday, holiday, or anniversary. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, it was just one of those lazy days. I was sitting in my favorite chair by the front window in our living room reading one of my favorite books. As I looked up to stretch, I observed my husband walking through the front door. I identified a small colorful box in his right hand. As he commenced walking closer towards my direction wi...

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Author bio

I'm a passionate writer with a mission to becoming a self-expressing author centered on a journey of excellence. I searched deep in the wombs of my spirit to bring forth a gift one day would prosper. I've had enough storms to go into enemy territory because my strength is not how much I carry, it's how much I can let go.