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My name is Tim, of course, and I am twenty-four years old. I currently live outside of Portland, OR. Hailing from St. Joseph, MO. I have been a writer since the first time one of my teachers asked me to write a journal entry in my notebook. I love to write

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Time: 9 of 55

I remember a time when she was my whole world. A time when I depended on her for everything that I wanted or needed. A time when she was alive. It's been ten years since I've seen my mother and not a day goes by that I don't remember a time when she was around. It's funny what you remember over the coarse of time. I have sli...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Mother: 23 of 56

I have been without my mother for ten years now. She fought for three years, but at the age of thirty-seven she succombed to cancer. I was only fourteen when she died and I still dont know how to live without her. Aside from myself, she left behind another son, a daughter, and a husband. We used to be a family. The loss of m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Introspection: 13 of 28

As of today, I am homeless. This chapter of my life ( this long and rather boring chapter) is over. Tomorrow I load my car and drive. I will go to a place where I have no job, no friends, and no real home of my own. I leave so many things behind just to try to make myself a better person; to try to change myself. But will it...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Self-reflection: 273 of 298

I have slaved away in a factory for thirty years, for what? I am an honest man and get cheated, I love and am hated. I wasted my life fighting for a crumb. Scratching and clawing for the table scraps of those more prosperous than I. And why? To earn a spot higher in the rat race. I worked sixty hours a week to give my childr...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Facing death: 56 of 58

Old and broken, a man sits alone. He wonders where his life has gone. He remembers a time when he could have made something of himself; a time when he was in love. But now, he has nothing. His whole life he was afraid. Too scared to make a move; afraid of rejection, afraid of success. He had a girl once and even thought of a...