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I am in all my writing, knowing me is understanding it, I hide between the lines and peer through the words.

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 2 of 662
It felt strange having to go to school at seven o'clock at night. But nonetheless, I still had to go."Mike, your dinner is ready!"My mother screamed up the stairs. I made my way down the dark wooden stairs, with one hand on the velvet covered banister and the other hand brushing along mothers clean wall. I could feel all the ... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Lack of sanity: 13 of 71
A Day In The ParkMy dog Testaclease and I were taking a romantic stride in the park when we came upon a cliff. I peered over the edge, but soon found myself in a bit of a situation when I began to plummet towards the rocky shoreline below. So in desperation to save myself from what was sure to be an agonizing death, I grabbed... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Crime: 10 of 44
The OstrichHe saw the young woman lay in her bed asleep, in her dream world, unaware of her surroundings. Reality was gone; her imagination took her away. She was restless as he stood and watched her; he knew she could sense his presence. The cold wooden floorboards screamed as he walked across them. He knew all this would se... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: He must be a madman: 2 of 8
The NeighbourThat stupid man monkied things up again. I'll have to call one of those lawyer guys. I know what's best for us, those TV. Lawyers Cleaner and Buns. I sloshed my hands around on the coffee table beside my puke green reclining chair. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear."Hello is this the lawyer people for su... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Stress: 4 of 14
A Day in The Life of a House HusbandI got up from the chesterfield one afternoon, and decided to go to school. I had graduated years ago, but thought I might like going in for a class or two, since the house had become quite boring. Sitting around all day staring at mindless crap on the TV. Was not so exiting as it sounds.I s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 230 of 694
Words hold no meaning to meTrapped in thoughtTrapped in dreamLiving in a scrambled universeStuck in a writing worldI hear no sentenceI only dream coherentlyMy thoughts make senseOnly to meThe writing world is fullWhen it comes to meThere is nothing I cannot beIf only words made sense to meWords hold no meaning to meTrapped in... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Funny pet stories: 12 of 33
The Pet StoreA woman and son walk into a pet store, and are greeted by the manager, who is standing behind the cash register desk."Good afternoon, how may I help you?"The woman turns to him."I'd like to buy some fish please."The son runs off to the back of the store to the small mammal cages. He begins to snatch up the gerbil... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Masculinity: 4 of 10
I was sitting one afternoon relaxed in my armchair. I had the remote in my hand but I was too deep in thought to turn the TV on. I was contemplating some things in life. One being I do not posses a job; the other being my wife does. I came to the conclusion that she will think she is the man of the house now. This is lunacy; ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 52 of 92
The bodies piled up one by one. The stench was unbearable. I could see some of their eyes peering out from beneath the mound. One in particular disturbed me. It was the face of a young girl, probably in her teens. Through her clouded eyes I could see the look of utter horror.We are fighting for something half of us don't even... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of horror: 122 of 211

A Morning MishapI awoke one morning, to find my penis missing. I turned to my wife, and shook her awake. Groggily she awoke and turned to me, hair frizzled and dreary eyed. I asked her if she knew where my penis had gone. She stated that she did know where it is, and that she had sneaked it off in the night and rammed it down... More..