Articles written by Bill chill

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing a pet: 14 of 39

As the day had drew to and end, I knew that father did not intend, To so the thing that made Rex run, To do the deed that had been done. It was just one kick, That made Rex Bleed That made me sick, That made me plead. I pleaded for father to let me out, To find my pup Rex who was just running about. Running about in this cru...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 94 of 102

Day after day after day, sitting in the same wooden rocking chair, with the same book always open on the same page, the same facial expressions, staring at the same plain white four walls 24/7. This was a normal day for Brian. The 68 year old was slowly going insane, the man had no family, no friends, nobody to visit him or ...