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By trade I teach high school English. By night I write!

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 16 of 662
Giving Up the GhostI would like to tell you a story. I suppose I should begin two summers ago; the summer I lost two friends to car accidents. The accidents occurred in the same month, July. Two funerals in one month; I never took my black dress to the cleaners. I still haven't. The loss of these two friends, whom I loved, ne... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Nature: 6 of 32
Outside my office window I watch the indifferent workers ripping out the trees, making way for progress. During the summer, the days are silent. The air cracks as the trees are felled, and I cringe listening to them groan. They exhale sharply, whistling as they crash to the ground. They lay on the earth toppled, some in two p... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pain from love: 32 of 111
Irreconcilable We pass each other in the night now. Two souls wandering through this empty house. Your toothbrush on the sink, my earrings on the mantle, our pictures in a frame looking various, without cohesion. They hold the weight of steel, and yet they are passed over. The laughter emanating from the casing beside our bed... More..
Education > Teachers & Administrators Dress codes for teachers: 6 of 13
On my first day as a teacher I woke very early, paid special attention to my hair and makeup, and carefully donned the outfit I had lain out the night before. It was a simple brown dress that hit mid-calf. I was aiming for professional, comfortable, and stylish all wrapped into one. I felt I hit the nail on the head. I slid i... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Remembering: 27 of 55
Holy Delinquent I remember a blend of religion and rebellion. At the church of my adolescence where I learned much more than what is taught in Sunday school. I was the youngest of my youth group and they took it upon themselves to teach me all that a twelve year old should know.I remember the feeling of serenity as I roamed t... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder: 103 of 194
HelminthHe was attached to her, like a leech gorging itself on sweet, sticky blood. She was the sacrificial lamb, and he, he was the Big Bad Wolf dressed in a three piece suit. It began well, she couldnt deny that. He brought her flowers, great big bouquets that reeked of funeral parlors. Boxes of chocolate the size of a smal... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tragedy: 48 of 83
Cottage cheese thighs is what it's called. A condition in which the daily stuffing of your body with Oreos, pizza, greasy sandwiches results in the pooling of fat in your thighs. Or it could just be a result of bad genes. It collects in your cells, honeycombing your legs as if bee larva squirmed just under the skin. This cond... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional baggage: 47 of 75
I rememberI was twelve.The summer night was hotand the air hung thickwith the threat of a storm.The ground was wetand my torn night gownclung to my skin.I ran from youinto the front yardacross the wet grass.Through the darkness of nightto the foot of the willow tree.There wasblood in my mouth,and I kneeled and prayedfor the w... More..
Entertainment > TV Networks & Industry Weight loss infomercials: Don't be fooled!: 5 of 7
It seemed like such a fabulous idea at the time. On an early Sunday morning I became engrossed with the infomercial for the weight loss system called The Firm. Like many women, I struggle with the appearance of my lower body, and this system boasted that it could lift, shape, and tighten like no other! I sat absorbed as I wat... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 136 of 173
We stopped at that little gas station for coffee before we began the first half of our sixteen hour drive to Indiana. Going back home to meet the folks you said, but I thrilled at the solitary hours that stretched before us. Just you and I in that rented car, and hours of conversation, of letting our souls speak to each other... More..