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My name is Thadd Presley and I live in Tennessee. I have been writing since a young age, but only recently have I been blogging and such. I have been published internationally and have editted published novels. I look forward to meeting new writers, editors

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems: 8 of 397

She watched as I glanced behind me and she smiled when our eyes met There was something I saw there something inside that I felt I knew, from her, I'd receive no help No pity, nothing but stained-love nothing but hatred, locked up and shunned and crippled to stay near! So near you can't help but hear the pounding of her hear...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A sailor's tale: 2 of 21

Shivering weakness, freezing rain the children know it's happening again. Watching the house sit black on the hill the old man is long buried but he walks there still When the moon is just right and the house stands alight shadows flick in the windows and haunts float in plain sight With the bible in hand the priest took his...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiders: 4 of 38

Eight legs and two fangs Their scary, little, and crawly causing panic and pain You see them once, and never wanna see 'em, again But, not all of you share this view. Some like their look and think their awesome and cool. and devote time to their study taking lessons in school. I say, I'm glad for you, you spider-loving frea...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 24 of 208

Sandra carved her stomach with a shard of her piggy bank as her sister looked into the mirror and put long gashes in her fleshy cheeks. Blood ran into her mouth and down her chin. The money found inside the bank was no more than ten dollars, but it wasn't the money they were after. They wanted the ceramic. They wanted to cut...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of terror: 3 of 26

Dearest Michael Dearest Michael, Let me tell you about my day. I sewed up a deep wound today and this is how it went: "Please hold still," I told the patient nervously, knowing that he did not understand what I said. "If you keep moving this will not heal..." "He does not care to heal," came the words from a man who stood by...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perspective: 13 of 54

This is the first place; yet, not the birth place of my getting my first taste of review love: Since then, I have journeyed away so far away; I yearned to be back, there I could never stay. I saw there, in the city amid great machines, men which took your words and shoved them into ovens, creating great things. Great Words i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In memory of a loved one: 40 of 160

"The worms can have him, for from them he was made," the lady remarked as she looked on the grave and chopped at the dirt with a long handled spade. She had buried her husband late in the day "The sun his too hot, I'll wait for the shade. I know he will rot, but he won't do it today." He was put away neat, few friends came t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Sinister tales: 15 of 57

Noah's Market I decided not to go shopping with my mother because of homework. I had a paper due in my creative writing class and it was going to take me all day to finish it. I'm not a writer and I often wondered why I took the class, but at times I enjoy letting others know my thoughts. For the assignment, I had to write a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Physical abuse: 29 of 102

He hit me and I swore I'll tell the police I'll take no more But the children came home school day was through I had to do dinner and then bathes..what could I do
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shadows: 40 of 128

A world exists just under our feet, where the light is dim and day can't reach; a place that hustles and moves so black and scurries along always on our track.