Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Spring

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While leaving to go to a Doctor's appointment this morning,I noticed the new neighbor next door was standing outside her vehicle. She seemed physically uncomfortable and had been due to have a baby any day. I asked her if she'd had the baby yet. "Yes, around midnight last night", she replied. We shared a brief conversation. (... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Family memories

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Reuben:If I could rewind time;If there was truly a way;Would you still be here?Alive today?Born so early,Born so young,Before your time, you came.Before your time, you're gone.Did you enjoy your short life?It would have been nice to meet your future wife.Trying to become a star,Playing in a band.You were so gifted,A very wise... More..

Relationships & Family > Grief & Loss What to do when someone dies and there was no time for good-byes

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On a full moon night in October on a Friday the 13th seven years ago he's been gone now. The scene has ingrained itself in my mind. We had a fight 9 hours earlier. He was angry with me. I had stopped talking to him. I was outside in the shed when he left. He waved to say goodbye. But I refused to look up and wave. He was goin... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sadness

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If I died tomorrow, would you remember me?Would you know who I was? What I believed?Would you know anything about me?You might think you do, being related and all.But the truth is a stranger knows moreEven a wrong call.I talk to more strangers, names still unknownIn supermarkets and places I go.I wish I could talk to you.But ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression

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Flooded with painful memoriesEverywhere I go here.Every room, Every corner, Everything.I drink a small glass of wine.My body begins to glide into relaxation.The pizza I made is delicious.Candles are lit and the Dragon's Blood dripsMixed with the scent of maliciousness.The memories have scared my soul.Visions make me cry.One w... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Frustration

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Tick Tock, Tick TockThe silence of the echoing clocks.My mind is splitting up inside,While running out of space to hide.The walls are bleeding images,Distorted faces; evil places; minds gone mad.Pain, loneliness, estrangulation.Sleeping less or sleeping more,Still no one's coming to the door.With separate lives they live away... More..

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