Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity

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My Little Bronze FriendEver since I was about seven, my parents have been sending me to this odd place. It's all white, sterile, and full of crazy people. I don't think they sent me here for a legitimate reason. I mean, everyone talks to Abe Lincoln on the penny, don't they? It's not that unusual. Oh well, I'm not too upset a... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Police

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It Went Down Like ThisI was performing my usual duties, file the records of the accused, sign people in, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The usual boring things I have to do everyday. But I would never quit my job, no. On the contrary, I love to work here everyday. By now you're probably wondering where in the world could I pos... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror

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198 Wilson StreetShe looked at the paper once more. 198 Wilson Street. She looked back at the road again and started to look for number 198. The road she was driving down was surrounded by trees; the shadows of their branches, made by the sun, were cast all over the road and the blue hood of her Honda. She drove on for anothe... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The ocean

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I am the ocean,Deeper than you can see,At times abused from pollution.As the terrible storms approach,I crash and thrash, with anger and hurt,And calm once more as I make amends. More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: False reality

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The sun is beating on my back,The wind is peacefullyProviding a welcoming relief,The sky as blue as the ocean.Tired of my home,So normal and plain,I long for another place,To make my domain.Only about a few yards away,I witness the perfect scene,A cute little windowsill,To make my own.In hopes of a visitor,I look all around m... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Falling in love

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CompleteComing out of the theater, I sighted her yet again, standing by the fifth pillar on the right, dressed in mink. Her black chiffon dress came to the floor, her toes barely visible beneath the hem, her head turned away from me. In her simple light brown hair she wore a single peacock feather, vibrant with colors of blue... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's casualties

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It's sad.I know its sadness as I look at names.I know the family's pain,For those lost in the war.I know,Because my Grandfather,My father,And my brother,Died in the Vietnam War.So I know their sadness,And I know yours.So we can cry together and wonder,If the people who didn't lose a family member or a friend,Are in as much pa... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Having a bad day

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Luck is My Middle NameI awoke from my deep reverie, my eyes suddenly filled with light from the sun streaming through my window. I glanced at the clock and silently swore to myself. It was nine in the morning and I was three hours late for work. Great. I jumped out of my messy bed and ran to my clock, stepping on a mirror and... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suspense

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In the distance a phone rings. Slowly coming back to reality, she groans and rolls over to grab the receiver. "She's sleeping. Go away." "Wake up! It's ten o'clock already. You aren't a teenager anymore; you can't do this forever," Rachel's voice laughed into the phone. "Shut up, yes I can. What do you want?" She started to ... More..

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