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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mythology: 9 of 45

a Partridge Bleeding Apollo fell behind the horizon And the bruised skirts of Artemis were heard. Her face appeared tearful and wizen, Her speech drunken and slurred. Damn Ate, damn her! she cried. Her lips were colored with vintage, The mouth empty and wide, Her hand clutched the heart of a partridge. Awakened by the sadden...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Being a pharmacy technician: 1 of 5

When I was in my final years of high school, I was faced with a question many young adults encounter upon entering "the real world". What was I going to do? How was I going to afford going to college and, most importantly, what was I going to study? The smarter approach to choosing a career path was to take a look at differe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thirst: 3 of 11

On a hot and not so humid day, Mary took a stroll along the Bay. Half way through her little walk, She saw a merchant on a dock. The older man stood tall and tan, With fruits and melons near his van. The sun licked gold into his hair And lit Mary’s cheek into a flare. She placed her fingers on her lips And picked the s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bulimia: 3 of 8

Drip, Drop. There it is again. Life is leaking down the glen. Please stop. A promise rises With the waking day. You bury yesterday away. Put on your disguises. Today will be different. Look in the mirror And feel a little trimmer. The screams silent. But the craving! It tickles and crawls Up the stonewalls. Submit! Oh God, t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Escape: 10 of 20

Mr. Churchill's light footsteps echoed down an empty street on a Friday morning. The little town of Recourveur was still soundly asleep with occasional gurgles of waking pigeons stirring the peaceful morning silence. The old man continued running down the cobble stone path, curving behind a pharmacy that demanded attention w...