Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Silence

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As the night drags on I hear it moving down the stairs from the empty bedrooms overhead. It slowly closes in on me as it slides though the den and into the dining room. It creeps into the living room before capturing my bedroom where I lie awake and listen.Again, the condescending silence surrounds me.Moving in rhythm with th... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror

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It was late as I made the only eye contact I'd made all day and stared myself down in the bathroom mirror.My reflection looked back at me with a complete disinterest in my existence.I set my broken glasses down beside the sink and wondered how I'd gotten here from the driveway.It was still wet out and the light rain had stopp... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Childhood

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"Well, the king left me in charge.""Yeah," gra'ma said, "Well the queen said I am in charge."Emily, not unlike any other four year old girl, had come to the conclusion that she, and she alone, was in charge of the world.Emily had been confronted."Who put you in charge?" Asked gra'ma."The king said I am in charge," Emily repli... More..

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Self reflection

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I hang my grandfather's cane on the back of the bathroom door and leave it there to stare over my shoulder at the "Blue Nude" Picasso suspended over the toilet. I gaze back at the cane whose reflection I see in the glass covering the woman in front of me. Like most women in my life, the woman in the painting has turned her ba... More..

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Finding bugs in the house

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The covers from the bed fell to the floor as I lunged forward to strike my attacker. She must have come in sometime after dark and was drawn to my sweaty flesh. The raised screenless-window had allowed both the humid air and the blood seeking beast to creep cowardly together into my room.Ready to leap again, the disease carry... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Growing old

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The old man ended his yesterday with the usual habits of catching glaucoma drops in his eyes and dropping his tooth brush back into its holder beside the sink.Feeling the black coffee he'd ordered sometime after midnight wrestle sleep away from what was left of the night, he surrounded himself with the quilt on his bed, pulle... More..

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