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I started writing creatively at a young age, and then moved into freely written and fixed poetry, as well as song lyrics - though I don't sing, it's an enjoyable thing to do. I do studies on topics that interest me and write speeches on the topic, to either

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder: 44 of 182

Please Note "Bloody hell!" He cried, his hand shooting to his nose and pinching his nostrils together. "That stench!" He bellowed, voice ringing down the short corridor. Chuckling, Felix walked on down the narrow, dark hallway, only lit by the dim light that poured through the open door behind them. "You'll have to learn to ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My love: 14 of 55

Here I stand, It is pouring rain. Yet I am dry. And I feel no pain. The clouds are dark, But my sight is bright, I feel no sanity, I feel no fright. I hear your songs, Of gentle times, Where people lived, And people died. I've realized my promise, And it is one I will keep. I stand in the dome of shelter, Where the evil do n...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chaos: 17 of 50

The End of the World Explosions ring through my numb head, Dust is crawling through the air, My brain is but a chunk of lead, Inside me builds a scream of terror. The trees are eaten by azure flames, Houses hurled by a fierce wind, People scream their lover's names, People scream pleas to forgive their sin. The salt of the o...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eternity: 20 of 56

The End of Eternity Like the endless blue, Of the sky above my head. My broken mind, Will not end. Heartache offers misery, Misery offers numbness. While sitting in the shrouds, Hand extended hopefully. No one comes for me, I seek only comfort. This sorrow, In the bottom of my broken heart. Like the blackest blue, Of an infi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dying: 63 of 108

Finisher I lie, curled into a trembling ball, Clutching my twisting mind, Hanging by a thread. I plunge into mental darkness, Unable to find an escape. Tendrils hiss into my ears like snakes. Their fangs pierce my cold skin. Their tails rattle, Each cold tooth a metal pin within me. Is this what it's like to die? My eyes are...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Science fiction for young adult readers: 21 of 33

Their arrival was fierce and frightening. He had watched in terror as the tall, firearm-wielding men, their faces covered by dark masks, stormed into his home, firing at his mother and father, even his pet. The young boy's screams shook as he was thrown over the cold shoulder of one of the people and took from his home, toss...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Return to freedom: 13 of 16

Reign For Never Your voice is haunting, Through the halls, Ringing wind chimes, Like frightened calls. Your words are stinging Ink in my head. Gripping my tight throat, For what I've said. Your eyes are black ice, Glazed over like mirrors. Cleaving into my soul, And reflecting my fears. Your fingers are damned knives, Holdin...