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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 > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 7 of 232
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems: 26 of 423
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... More..
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing Post novel-writing blues: 3 of 16
The people we write about are certainly in our minds long after the story is told. Revisiting these old places is like seeing a movie, but one of your own design, and the people, you know them. Even when it's a short novel or just a short story, there's something that attracted you there. Some image that stood out and demand... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A children's story for grown-ups: 7 of 36
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 about everyday ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shadows: 22 of 103
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. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reincarnation: 8 of 33
Darkness swept through me as I walked under the bridge. They had been here, two centuries ago. I had been with them. I had been alive at that time. A wanted man. I remember the stench, as if the frozen dead were still here, lying stiffly. If it were just yesterday. I feel her presence even now. I am glad to be here alone, no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 15 of 57
My Muse Ghost shown image ivory statue God's love soared when He made you Making an angel for his choir He made you from beauty craved from desire God held you up, so perfect and lean "Come, let her be seen." All gathered round from the greatest to least He wanted all of creation to see what He'd made wanted them to see that... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A sailor's tale: 4 of 15
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 145 of 543
Heels click in time to a drill sergeant's ear splitting reason why you can't be yourself in a place like this Guns click and clack beads taken, enemy whacked popped, place them in a stack reload weapon, get another sack haven't you ever killed before See the target, Watch the screen, watch them run, bang, hear them scream lo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perspective: 14 of 51
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... More..