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About me - Sean Callahan

Not much to say. I live in louisville, ky, 30 yrs old and finally taking some steps in my life to change what I have always done. This is step one. Hopefully, it can lead to other steps, but if not, I will keep on trying. There is a reason for all of this.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death
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My darling husband,It has been a great number of yearssince I watched as they draggedyour cold, limp body from the icy waters.How I hated you for leaving me by myselfwith two children to raise,one on my hip, the other in the womb;and no father for them to hug.They have no memories of you,only a mysterious stranger that exists... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you
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I wonderIf you still smell me on the sheets.If you still taste me on your lips.If you still feel my fingers running through your hair at night.If you still hear my whispers in your ear.If you still see me in your dreams.I wonderIf you know how much I love you.If you know how much I miss you.If you know how much I care,If you ... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Friendship
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Sycamore Soldiers Dusty and dry was the theme of the day. Trees swayed in the tepid breeze, cows hung their tongues out to breathe. The fields lay barren and desolate and throughout it all, he played. He swung on the tires, rode the bike, and mocked the rooster. The rooster had become a good friend. He had become the brother ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartbreak
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Clip, clop, clip, clop.The sounds of our feet on the moonlit road.Our skin is the same. Fair and freckled.Our hands are the same. Artistic and showing wear.Clip, clop, clip, clop.Our dreams are the same. A family, a life, one of happiness.Our goals are the same. Children, happy children, close family.Fearing nothing, we began... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one
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Memories that never came to appear,but that never fade away.Your heart quit a little too soon.First steps, awkward, stumbling,your shoes remain in the box.Your first base hit, sliding into second,no trophies on the shelf.The pretty girl at school broke your heart,you skinned your knee falling off your bike, Grandpa was sick f... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust
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One Midnight in August, The fresh cut grass squished between our toes,wet from the humid air. We lay downtogether in the field.Perseids danced in the midnight sky,I danced down below.You wore a silk shirt that covered few of your freckles,I wanted to see more.Soft, full lips pressed against mine.Moths fluttered in the newly o... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Strangers
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Stepping DownShe had short, dark hair. The kind of hair that she was constantly brushingaway from her face. It covered her eyes and face, and must have madeher blinded, like a sheep dog. I couldn't help but watch as she swept it away.I think her boyfriend noticed.Here eyes were a brilliant blue. Crystal and ice at the same ti... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pressure
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Something big is happening.I'm on the edge of something huge.My life is about to change.But the problem is I don't knowif the something isgood or bad.My head spins, tears fall, memories crash.Dreams fade, hope vanishes, tomorrow is in question.I want what I want. Somewhere in the middle is happiness.I do what they want. Where... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder
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Rippled LivesHe stood at the lakeside just minutes after the sun had fallen behind the hills. Dark clouds took its place in the sky as thunderous bellows sounded from miles away. Grim Lake was still that day. So much so that one would have a difficult time distinguishing the clouds on the horizon from the water itself. The ma... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tough love
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casting tearsI remember the first timeI ever saw my fathercry. We stood there silentlyon the muddy banks, his lipquivering, bobbers bobbing.I watched him, my dad, my rock,begin to crumble, streamingtears flowing over his cheeks.This man who was always sostrong; standing, sobbing, like whenI skinned my knee from fallingdown. T... More..

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