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Natasha Sims-Austin has been writing reviews and informative articles since 2005, concentrating on health and wellness, children's and women's issues, and entertainment. She obtained her Bachelors of Arts in English Literature and Language in 1997, from the

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disappointment: 1 of 51

Waiting at the window She keeps glancing, watching Hoping against hope that soon he will arrive Car all shiny and a new doll in his hand Smiling at her grin beamed at him And then bending down for hugs and kisses Sitting by the phone with a hand ready and tensed Distracted and seeing nothing But the silent ringer that is dea...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: End of the world: 2 of 94

The End of the World The weather was all messed up, and Zoe knew why. Everything was unstable, and that was because the world was ending. It wouldn't be long. Once upon a time, too many years ago to count, Man lived on the peaceful world of white-blue. At that time, the sun wasn't what Zoe's ancestors or the rest of the worl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Romantic pain: 9 of 203

taken over by my love truly thought that all was true only saw sunshine above only felt full joy anew sacrificing, freely gave pouring gifts without delay working happily, a slave glad to suffer, come what may freely he received and took brushing off my slow demise wouldn't suffer me a look wouldn't gaze with selfless eyes r...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The sky: 6 of 133

Small wisps of cloud before a thin rainbow Take me back to the days when I was free For rainbows meant promises kept And past the clouds was treasure As sweet as those days were in my eyes I couldn't forget the nights of pain and sadness That came later once the ring was on After that I waited til the sun rose to look for ho...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 15 of 173

As I look out into a sea of grass, Stretching on out to a sky of blue, I'm reminded of my history class The number of students, not a few. The professor I refuse to say his name Drones out the lectures in a monotone, And talks extra slowly that's his fame While time seems to drag on and on. Our attention he tries hard to kee...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Coming of age: 2 of 20

Saturday Morning, April Kisanii was in her room on the floor, sitting on her legs, drawing again. Looked like a dog, or another wolf. She loved to draw, especially animals, but she could manage people pretty good, too. I smiled at my little artist, proud. I glanced around the room, at the varying posters of wolves, dogs, and...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free spirit: 3 of 28

little joy so free so spry and upbeat and no cares in this world except whether or not a ladybug will fly away home on request sunshine and flowers and ribbons in her hair polka dot sun-dresses and bare feet that softly tread grass and soil no idea that this is the best time of her life so joyful and carefree little eyes dee...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Potential: 1 of 9

I stare at the amusement park ride, remembering another contraption a lot like it. All this one did was go around and around, faster and faster, tipping as it rose up, to the delight of the riders. The ride stops in a few minutes, and the riders return to the ground, thrilled, with a happy memory, and the option to go again....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Salvation: 5 of 39

I walked in the valley of my life, afraid and unsure, As gray skies covered me from direction to direction, And black mountains encompassed me. The land was pitch, a nasty muck, And there seemed no end to the despair. I hoped for salvation in the land. As hope built within, There flowed a thin stream at my feet, Nourishing a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My lost love: 7 of 44

Losing and finding me I lost more than I thought I wasn't gonna say a thing Just sit there and let you wonder while I made my plans and walked the path headed to solitude and freedom taking a long road to recovery with steps and methods I went about my way with intention told myself it was gonna be easy and a relief that you...