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A place where everything and nothing makes sense is a sentence I've kept with me for a lot of years. Here lately it's making a lot of sense. I tend to go off on rants easily, and find it hard why others don't do the same.

You could say I'm eccentric.. without

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Murder in the city: 1 of 40

Typical Friday night in the big city he thinks to himself responding to a call close to Brockton Avenue. The hard rain from earlier in the day had slicked the streets making them mirrors to the flashing emergency lights ahead. An officer stretches crime scene tape across the alleyway as evidence is being collected. Getting o...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dragons: 2 of 74

The modern age has found it has no time for things of the past. People have become more interested in what ring tone they might have, or who's getting kicked off the most recent reality show. No more stories of monsters or beasts who cannot be explained because of science. In these times, men forget the stories of the old, t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Haunting: 1 of 37

They were the last two survivors of an investigation gone horribly wrong, but for everything that happened to them and their friends, they still couldn't get out of the house. A house that slowly becomes their tomb with every dead end and door less wall. How long had they been trying to find a way out she wondered? "I'...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Heroes: 1 of 37

"Keep looking," a man in a government suit screams into a walkie talkie. "If those three get to the main part of the city then who knows what kind of damage they'll do," he yells scanning the small streets. The driver nervously look at him and the man quickly gets inches from his face. "Watch the road! Not me! Do you underst...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The house in the forest: 2 of 55

Most people in the small village of Reznen knew to stay out of the woods at almost any time. Even with a group of men and armed, some have said, wouldn't protect you from her. The stories they told were almost as unbelievable as the claim, or so Sam Belt thought. "This is complete nonsense," Sam says putting shirts in his ov...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Saying goodbye: 2 of 52

"This has to be done," the young man says packing a few shirts into an old Army duffle bag. He moves quickly around the room, grabbing articles of clothing and a few extra items for the road. The road, he kept thinking to himself. He didn't even know where the hell he was going, but here he was. "No," says the young girl fol...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: At the beach: 1 of 24

It was beautiful, if you wanted to put a word to it.. but that would be impossible. To him this was the gates of Heaven. The water looked like white lava lamp light melting and forming crests where the other liquid and light would meet. Above the sky was clear and almost the same color as the water as a slight warm breeze be...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Overcoming challenges: 2 of 44

In 2008 the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, DC treated 6,310 soldiers wounded in Iraq and 635 wounded in Afghanistan. The total number of patients from both the Iraq and Afghanistan conflicts who required one or more amputations is 725. This is one of their stories... It was a balmy 87 degrees on the sandy str...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Creatures of the night: 1 of 22

The temperature in her body felt like it had been going up all day as a sickness worked her over worse than any food poisoning ever had. She had even taken her blankets and covered the windows because the slight light that shown in was too much for her eyes and skin to bear. Slowly day turns to night and something changes. T...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pain: 2 of 38

Two men bust through the warehouse door, one helping the other walk, and two other men follow. The last man shuts and locks the door as the one checks the other man's gun shot wound. "Jesus Christ that was intense," the one says pulling his gun out and laying it on a large wooden table in the middle of the room. He checks hi...