THEWRITTENFACE-SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS: MY FANPAGE

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DEDICATION

DEDICATION FROM A NOVEL BY SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS
ALTHOUGH THE NOVEL OR THE CHAPTER FOR THIS DEDICATION HAS NOT YET BEEN RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC, “THEWRITTENFACE”, SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS HAS GIVEN PERMISSION TO RELEASE THIS DATA.

This is dedicated to the woman left inside the closet that had to escape from the entrapment of her inner thoughts to soar the world outside that was a mirage of freedom. The hinges of the door became loose, and the knob that shut me out from the incarecation of my mind now ponders on the on the walls that enclosed my secrets and the remaining roomsin the house where my mothers death would soon presume.

To the Christian neighbors that reads the passage fear only God yet put my silent screams on mute, as their intutuition told them I was in harm, but for for the fear in the man that unlocked the the front door to the home they felt consisted of demons that swormed through the heart of the neighbors the bible says to love.

Heard Evil, Seen evil, Spoke of the Evil .

THIS IS AN EXCERPT OF THEWRITTENFACE’S CHAPTER OF AN UNFINISHED NOVEL, SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS HAS GIVEN PERMISSION TO RELEASE PARTS OF THE UNUSED DOCUMENT. FULL OWNERSHIP GOES TO SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS. PARTS HAVE BEEN REMOVED AND THIS IS ONLY A PORTION OF THE DOCUMENT THAT HAS BEEN RELEASED.

As Mizaru covers his eyes, Kikazaru covers his ears, and Irazaru covers his mouth, I write with the two hands I was given, the story I lived and if you trace to the end you see the name of the devil, like many semordhilaps you see his name when your eyes stare at the last letter of lived and make your way forward to the first letter, God also ended his book with the devil in its context. I am of no monkey, anthropolist believe that we were morphed from an animal, God’s word says we are created by him, now the parents that raised me tried to force the belief that God does not exist, yet my Father worships hell, I believe for his belief he will end up in the sanctuary where he worships while I will be with my Father in Heaven. Before I was able to be within my own understandings, my God guarded my ear, eye, and heart gates for me, but before I used to look at the three monkeys each covering a part of there body, their ears, mouth and eyes, it would be less of a game of Twister for me to guard my gates without more hands covering my eyes, as I hold my mouth from the words I speak, or to cover my ears, when my mouth is taped by the father who disciplined me for speaking high of a man he claimed did not exist, while blindfolding me saying “If I can’t see life through his eyes, I will stare at the blackness as my eyes were covered”, I wish he would have covered my ears because I will never forget that night, I heard my father beating on my mother demanding my father stop torturing me because of his insaneness. When she removed the blindfold from my eyes, I stared into hers, she stared into mine, the name of Jesus came out her mouth as she looked at her child’s eyes filled with tears as I looked into her eyes and see the brusies on her face and the black around her eyes.

From that day on I promised not to let evil lurk in my life, I wish from holding our ears really let the words go in one ear and out the other, but my dad prevoked me with an uncovered mouth to look him in the eye and tell him he was the devil. The snicker in his voice showed he got pleasure when someone said “Go to Hell”, because that’s a place where he rather vacation. I still pray for my father, though he preys with the devil, being the predator to every religion.

“At your funeral, I hope you know I’m going to have you in a church and we are all going to pray for your sins and ask God for your forgiveness, and I hope you know at Sunday School they said Hell is not somewhere you want to go?” He chuckled as I walked in the door from sunday school, I pictured horns on his head, he never made eye contact with me any more from the day I started going to church, he said looking in the eye of a believer he sees their foolishness of following the guidelines of a book that we don’t know its orgin.

He reached for a lighter on the living room glass table, “See this fire, daddy is not afraid of fire baby, so that little funeral you have for daddy won’t exist because daddy wnated to be cremated do you know what that is?”

“HEEEELLLLL!” , I was only nine years old, I didn’t know what cremation was back then, but my mind was always fixed that every place my father wanted to go or went had some type of reference to hell, his work was hell, matter of fact he made our house hell. I watched him sit there as he played with the fire, from my room I can see his infactuation with the flame, I seen the devil within his grin as the flame reflected off his pupils.

(PARTS HAVE BEEN REMOVED)

If the mute had a chance to talk, whisper one word, I am quick to hear and slow to speak. I cherish the words that I am able to let off my mouth, but there are just many the abuse there freedom to speak, there words are swords, but I defend those who are mute because silence is golden, and I believe they are the wisest.

Words from Sarah Currie-Lewis, THEWRITTENFACE (Post 2)

“I NEVER BELIEVE FROM WORD OF MOUTH, FOR WORD OF MOUTH CONTAINS THE VALLEY OF SIN. THE TONGUE THAT ROLLS THE LIES OUT OF THE MAN’S MOUTH, BECOMES THE SCRIPT EVERY WOMAN WILL HEAR AND DESPISE OF A MAN. I BELIEVE GOD MADE ADAM AND EVE, BUT THROUGH THE TRICKERY OF THE SNAKE THE SIN WAS CREATED…”

Words from Sarah Currie-Lewis, THEWRITTENFACE

“You will never get far in life chasing somebody, when they stop you stop but eventually they'll finish first..or what if they never make it right when things couldn't get any worst? Now you are lost without direction, when you walk it hurts, stop putting men first.” -- The written face , Sarah Lorraine Currie-Lewis

Words from Sarah Pope Currie-Lewis

“Why would I Lie to you. The truth may hurt, but I honestly a lie will not feel good,
There is no reason to lie, but whats the reason a liar would
tell the untrue nature between his untruthful events, maybe he cant accept hisself, Is there truth even in a liars repent?”

Let's Face it by Sarah Currie-Lewis

You see my words, and the blind woman waits to hear them, yet my mouth does not move, paralyzed on the content of the pages, the relaxation of the mind, trinkles goose bumps across the fingertips of the reader, forming Braille for the open ear who’s eyes cannot see. I was once drowned in the sea of confusion, my words scrambled, it was like dyslexia trying to recognize the emotion behind the inner most pages of my diary. I spent a year and a half working on a numerous covers to my potential magazine, those rough drafts collected the dust within my memories. As a reader I learned never judge a book by its cover, but as a writer I watched consumers browse the racks of many magazines and learned, Sex Sells, and while people are buying the sex, I watched women and men use sex to get promoted in life. As a virgin to the magazine industry, I present to you a magazine filled with virtue and wisdom from my own writings. As a teenager I had subscriptions to many magazines filled with beauty tips, but I take the approach of my readers thinking more critically in their readings, revealing socities definition of beautiful. As cars, diamond chains, name brand clothing are popular captivations to desire to have the luxurious lifestyle, have magazines nationwide forgot the economic status of their readers? do the magazines really know who their audience is? I speak to every individual in my writing, capturing the heart of the rose that grew through the concrete, the woman that never had a chance to be a girl, pushed into the fastlane, and the media always navigates the course. Well this magazine directs its readers from where they currently stand, nto where they wish to be. As a woman that seeks wisdom, I sought to pour out words that were enlightening, articles such as The Pshycology of lying, working in different genres helped me to be able to write this whole magazine using one author- Me, the WrittenFace. As a college student I have taken Philosophy, Nursing, Sociology, Linguistic and Cultural Anthropology, my knowledge started to corrupt me as my mother stated, I just knew too much for my own good. That’s when I was discouraged one night, stress led me to not be able to write, and depression of feeling lost in my career of writing led me to nto want to read any of my college books and study. I turned on the television flipped through the channel, most of them were reality shows, annoyed I picked up the remote sitting on top of a magazine and turned off the television. This is where my brainstorm of creating this most risk taking approach in the magazine industry, I crtique how useless this particular magazine is from front cover to the back, majority of the pages were filled with advertisemnets, three paragrapghed wrapped around a picture of a rapper, Who wrote this? I prayed to god to lead me where he wants me in this magazine industry, touching every single person that God hs planned.

WAR BY SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS

When the battlefield contains no enemy there should be no war,

Yet there are casulties within a friendship.

When the battlefield has no weapons there shall be no death,

Yet we kill the ones we gave armour to from our mouth,

The battlefield has become land we call home,

Yet we acknowledge it as Life.

Method of Doubt

THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM A DOCUMENT FROM “THEWRITTENFACE”, SARAH LORRAINE CURRIE-LEWIS, SHE HAS GIVEN PERMISSION FOR HER PAST WORKS (APPROX. 2004) TO BE SHARED WITH THE NETWORK’S PUBLIC. SARAH LORRAINE CURRIE-LEWIS OWNS FULL OWNERSHIP FOR HER WORK AND THE CREDIT FOR THIS POST IS WITHIN THE RECOGNITION OF THE GROWTH THE WRITER “THEWRITTENFACE” HAS BECOME.

I know I cannot believe everything I hear is true, I know truth is not based on moral decision its based on the facts that hold the truth together, the evidence that proves my belief has conquered the debate of Lies and the battle manipulation. Even manuplation can be a form of manipulation, even words not spoken can be deceived, by a reader of the falsehood will be raised into deception. Their perception is not what we perceive, and their point of view is angeled off in there own dimensional mind. My learnings are a blessing, but I taught myself other ways of belief, the morals my parents inflicted on me was my influence, but my own struture of mind was my work. My writing, the addiction to my craft of life, I live to produce a novel that represents my philosophy. For how long will we study the philosophy of the aged philosophers of centuries before us, Do there words and enlightment apply to the world of today? As generations pass, socieities change and the moral definement of our lives are inflicted what we believe inside ourselves, Trust is rare nowadays because no longer is Truth on the Face of the liar. Guilt doesn’t rest in the sleep on the sinners and Karma does not live in the fate of our days.

A Penny for my Thoughts, By Sarah Currie-Lewis

You see my words, Yet my mouth does not move, I send chills through the body of my readers from the body of my pages the goose bumps that spread across a listeners skin is the Braille for the blind, For if you cannot see my words, a glance still dilates your pupils. Because of my depth of thought, I been found to be complicated and complex, but I am able to ease one’s mind by my words. For only if a man seen me mentally before physically, because I would love to fall in love with a man by truth not by sight. Looks are deceiving, but my words are virtous. I stand by the belief that “Truth hurts but is a lie supposed to feel good?”, I never been the one to mope over a sad song, why do we listen to saddedned lyrics if we know the reminiscing will inflict pain. When I begin to hurt, this is what I write.

UNKNOWN DOCUMENT BY SARAH L.CURRIE-LEWIS

THIS POST CAME FROM DOCUMENTS WITHIN THEWRITTENFACE’S COMPUTER, FILES THAT WERE CREATED IN 2002, SHE HAS PERMITTED USAGE AND IS WILLING TO PUBLICLY SHARE HER WRITING, BUT WOULD LIKE TO NOTE THAT AS SHE GROWS AS A WRITER EVERY WRITER COMES FROM SOMEWHERE, THERE WILL BE POSTING THAT WERE WRITTEN WITHIN HER AMATEUR YEARS OF WRITING. THE WRITER SARAH LORRAINE CURRIE-LEWIS, ALSO KNOWN AS “THEWRITTENFACE” HAS FULL OWNERSHIP OF THE WRITING.

I struggled as a woman within my life, for nineteen years a rose is forcing itself through the dry concrete where she continues to grow, my roots trace back to slavery, and as a young woman with the crave of hip hop culture was still a suppression, generation after generation hustling to be somebody, but instead copping criminal records and the cope of another ‘Rest in peace’ and a picture put on a shirt. My parents did the best they could to raise me on the right morals, but morally I wanted to be the person I wanted to be. But the potential in the girl I wanted to be and the purpose God wanted to be stood on opposite line and had its one after life, Heaven and Hell. The person I wanted to be looked in the mirror, since my eyes came from the person I seen myself as, as I stared into my reflection I seen who God wanted me to be, and seeing my reflection, it spoke through me. I was Bound by the lust of pleasure and the receivment of pain, I continue to force the eyes that stare through glass to see my struggle, they are the pupils that see me in the mirror smiling at my faith of success. But my success is not just in me, Yesterday I found out that the success is now preparing to raise my unborn successfully so he can be successful.

MISC. DOCUMENT

WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ HAS NOT BEEN EDITED OR REVISED. “THEWRITTENFACE” HAS ALLOWED TO SHARE DOCUMENTS THAT WERE WRITTEN BUT UNUSED ON A OLD COMPUTER, AND DECIDED TO PUT THEM TO USE AND SHARE THEM WITH HER READERS.
THE FULL OWNERSHIP IS TO SARAH LORRAINE CURRIE-LEWIS(THEWRITTENFACE)


Can you believe it has only been a couple of centuries since our ancestors were denied the right to learn to read or write, Now my head is in the books, trying to produce my own book and magazine. I now understand part of my purpose, I used to be young and naive now my words advice and for the next generation gives meaning, I refined myself, found the voice in my “Silhouette”. I will never degrade a woman that’s potential is shunned, stripping in the clubs to put food in the empty stomach of her child and clothes on her child’s back, society is starting toonly see the silhouette of a female; her figure-hips, breasts, and backside, from music videos, to the prostitues selling themselves short, but I travel the longest route to get to my dream, Ladies don’t take a shortcut. Like the slaves following the North star, I’m Guided into a gallexy of beautiful black stars. There is no minority in my race, I refuse to allow my gender or nationality be the reason for failure. My words might be inked in black, and on a paper that is white, but its not about the Color of our skin, its the the content of the writer. The silhouette, The Figure of my body also has a voice, Even what you shun has its words.