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I have experimented with many things in writing over the years. I have written moral stories, children's stories, newspaper articles, mystery and I am also working on delving into fantasy. The moral stories that I wrote seemed to have a good response

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fairy tales: 6 of 121
Once upon a time....Words I know by heart.She listens with the same attentionAs she did the very first time.There was a little princess....She smiles as I tell the story.That gives her a visionOf times that past before.Who loved a little prince...I changed the pageAnd she giggles with anticipation.Adding to the story when she... More..
Relationships & Family > Parents When parents don't agree with your choice in a significant other: 2 of 32
I was twenty, about to turn twenty one, and still living at home with my parents. I was a college drop out and working midnight shifts at a local twenty four hour gas station. In fact, I had just gotten hired there. I was on my second shift, told that someone new would be training me that night, and that he was kind of weird.... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a parent: 7 of 67
Thoughts, they flow through the mind like a never-ending train. They don't rest, and they tend to jump from subject to subject or just keep looping through one stressful subject over and over again. My thoughts at the time were repeating the image of my mother as she lay rasping for breath. And of my father, not a year later,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Not me: 2 of 16
Hey you, with that shiny coat. Come here for a minute and talk to me. I stand at the corner every day and every night Waiting for you to drop a quarter or a dime. You strut into the bank and come out with money. You hog it all so it can go to your yacht. None of it goes to little old me. Who can't even get a sandwich f... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Nightmares: 13 of 88
The Past Can Haunt The Present...... My mother had said we were going to meet up with my father. He was coming back from looking for a job that day. He was looking for a job in another state, I was told, because we were moving. She took me to the air port. It was really crowded, so crowded I had to practically walk between my... More..
Home & Garden > Home & Garden (Other) House moving horror stories: 3 of 20
The moment we stepped into the house, I knew it was going to be the worst place we ever lived, and we lived at a lot of places. The boards on the floors were cracked and creaky. With every step we took, there was the feeling that we would fall through the floor at any instant. The walls were skeletons. The only thing... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heaven: 19 of 115
ONE SONGHeaven's angels sing tonightAs each star burns truley bright.For one has joined, out of sightTo add her song to the night.A note is sound, this angel sings.The choir goes silent and stills its wings.One song is heard, as tears it brings.Let none mourn for my passingFor I have found peace everlasting.The song is sung, ... More..
Relationships & Family > Family Bonding Loving children equally but differently: 4 of 24
Tears filled my eyes as my mother took hold of my sisters hand and walked her to the living room, where she turned on cartoons and I was told to stay in bed because I was bad. Each time I had been punished, I thought my mother was choosing to love my sister more than me. Especially since I seemed to be getting into tro... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Depression: 6 of 35
Just one more step to go, and I'll be where I have longed to be for years. Just one more step, and I would fade away. I would have no more of the constant physical pain that has been my companion for the last two years. There would be no more people looking through me. My words would not be stated, so people would not have to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anxiety: 10 of 58
It starts with a feelingOf someone watching.Anything that happensMakes me jump two feet.I want to scratch at my neckAs the hairs stand on end.I want to itch at my armsAs the hairs start to singe.Nothing seems to help.I tighten my muscles.Ready for a fight.They say it's all in my head.I say it's everywhere.The fight may not be... More..