Wrote this three years ago. Poetry. Walk through life swinging your sword, knowing not the damage you do. No memory in self absorption, only aware of the self. The quiet stay that way, desperately trying
I've been lazy lately and haven't written much but I got around to it tonight and did this. ... Betty came here tonight with some of her girlfriends. They had no real plans but they dressed nice in the
Looking forward to a day as crazy as this I would say what a magnificent day spent with someone who really cares trying new things is really a great feeling and most especially knowing your giving your
I didn’t understand. In my confusion, I would lay in bed. Trying to sleep my depression away. I couldn’t tell if I was coming or going. He told me he still loved me. He told me he would call me. But the
Dear Sweetheart, We loved each other. We still do. And we will forever do this. Years filled with immense love are yet to come. My love for you will remain strong in all days to come. credit When you are
Time goes like the speed of lightning or slows to the speed of a snail; yet it's speed is all the same. It is merely our own perception which changes it. source Everything flows at a different pace, absorbed
She called the only friend she had left in the world. The one guy who had been around long enough to know the score and knew how to turn things around again. source Sarah borrowed a cell phone after everyone
source I’m not racist, but I wouldn’t date a white guy. He may shoot up a school. I’m not racist, but I wouldn’t date a black guy. He may rob my family at night. I’m not racist, but I wouldn’t date a Latino
Poetry. The well worn track. source Two morphs into one, an individual memory. one of pure love. Not understood, seemingly forced, by the wrong time to be born. Too many factors, too much annoyance; the
I want to be a writer But picking up a pen becomes harder and harder As I compare my work to others I want to dance But tend to hide when I have the chance If you are shy, you will understand I want to
Write every day even if it’s only one or two sentences. When you make a habit of doing it your mind gets accustomed to it and puts you into writing mode when you sit down to write. If you only write 250
"Hes dead." I said to myself as I walked out of the Children Services building. The last thing i expected was to get a call from my daughters school telling me she was scared to come home. Knowing
He came to sing in this small town restaurant. As the evening saw an end, it was time to fall back home. Wonderful summer evening with twilight sky and shiny green. At the small town train station, by
Hello! I need honest reviews on this short story of mine. Read at your own risk. I know many of you don't like erotica. Well, this is kind of one. Criticism is welcome. Avoid rude words, though. Source
i started, couldnt go further than this,lazy ass me, i know i really need to work on my construction. this was typed with WPS.copied and pasted but the tabbed paragraphs aint showing here...anyways....howz
A flash. An actor vs. writer dilemma. “You expect me to pay you eight hundred grand to write my autobiography. Are you crazy?” says the famous actor. A wild run through the woods took place six days earlier.
Hi everyone. I hope you will enjoy this A man walks out of a room, and finds himself lost in space, gazing at white spots painted across a never-ending black canvas, called the Cosmos. What is happening
Men and women who are having a difficult time having children usually go to a fertility clinic. But just the other night I woke-up with what I would call an ah-ha moment where it all made complete and
Any opinions are much appreciated. I’m following a timeline I’ve created for this, but am concerned it may read too boring, and/or info-dumpy. I’m open to criticism and will not get offended at all. Thanks
I will say dare again Yes, dare even in and with pain For no matter the ruin It will be said of you again and again The man who dared till he ruin And your daring would not be in vain. I will ask you persist
