Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being invisible

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NonentityA simple thought ran through my mind. If you want peace, if you want to be free, if you want to be safe from him then just make yourself thinner. He won't see you anymore. Trembling in his arms, trying not to cry and upset him, there was nothing seemed as heavenly as safety. With my invisible thinness I would escape ... More..

Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Horror

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The only thing scarier than homeless people, are the poor people that live in the backwoods of Alabama. They have guns and civil war cannons. They know how to use them. They have guns and cannons if they are white. If they are the poor blacks that still live in the shacks that resemble slave quarters, they most likely still b... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape

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WinterI was simply looking for a warm place to lay my head. I was tired and sore from dragging these things with me. My dress worn, my feet and hands were frost bitten. My lips were dry. I was Ugly. These things were so heavy; a place to put them down would be nice. I thought there was someone who could take these things from... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Sanity

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Her Head Popped Off: Part IISitting at the table, the perfect table that we ate at everyday at least twice, I was back in my old kitchen. The table was wooden with a pale stain. The dead girl thing was there and the dead Carrie Anne. The shadows grew bigger and the drip, drop, dripping sink echoed. I would get up and stop it ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting

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Winter Part IIIHow is it fair that the world moving on while I am trapped here frozen and cold? It's been winter in my heart, storming in my mind, and I have been lost in the snow. The winds are howling around me loudly. My eyes blinded by the brightness of the snow. I'd forgotten about the sun. I'd given up on warmth. I'd co... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories

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The Moth WomanLong forgotten, a moth flew in my car. It could have been the biggest fly in existence. The proboscis told me it was a fly. The wings told me it was a mouth. I am not an entomologist so I am not sure. It was huge. It flew over my head as I was taking my son from the car. The flymoth buzzed in my ear and I refrai... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain

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My feelings are deep inside my bones.Maybe if I whittle away at the flesh, I can finally free myself of them.This flesh is weighing me down so I can't leave the bad things behind me.Feelings pile up inside me heart until I can't breath or think.Guilt sticks to my skinMake it go away.Make me go away.It's all the same.When I am... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror

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Her Head Popped OffMy skinny mama, and my daddy, the philosopher, came home late one night. They had left me with Carrie Anne from across the street. She was my favorite baby sitter. She was the prettiest and the nicest, too. She was never mean to me so I liked her a lot. Daddy was always the quiet one. His eyes were warm lik... More..

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